Monday, March 24

Noah says:
I don't know how to read stories. I only know how to read Jack and the Giant Beanstock. Hey, I can't do that.
He says:
We can just sign our names up for high school or something. We can do N-O-A-H. Do you know where the N is?
Noah is typing.
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooooooaaaah noaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah


emma noah 098uiojjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggfds

(that was 'the rabbit jumped over the moon').


Noah and his brothers are sleeping over. It's just eight o'clock and my husband has fallen asleep. Soon I'll put the kids to bed and do the dishes. It's been a bad war day and a good work day. Is any day a good war day? I think I may be too tired to start this. Noah brought the old typewriter from the living room in and is typing on the floor while I type here. Noah is 4. My sister is teaching a knitting class tonight and so I have 3 of her 4 boys. They cheer me up.

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