Jeff texts me from upstairs (yes, upstairs): "See if Emma wants to come up and play with Owen." Emma is thrilled she can read this message! She texts him back, "Hi Daddy!" I realize it will only be a matter of time before she's rattling off texts like Sophie. Thank heaven we have unlimited texting on our plan! Sophie announced to us the number of texts she sent last month (she's checked...it's a status symbol, I think), informed us that I sent the next highest number (thanks, Lisa!!!) and that Jeff was last. All I can say is that I'm glad Sophie and I don't have the same kind of phone any more or I would be going crazy. As it is, Jeff and I are saying to each other, "Is that you or me?" Technology. How did we live without it?
Owen has this charming habit of surprising me by leaving his calling card behind...a little car tucked in a drawer, etc. I find them in my coat pockets, my purse--everywhere. I sighed just a few minutes ago as I opened the dishwasher to put in another dirty fork for what seemed like the millionth time this weekend, and there it was...his little red car in the silverware basket. He had been "helping" me earlier. Sweet baby boy. How happy he makes me, even when I'm bone-tired.
