My great dinner deal

Last night we went to Applebee's for dinner (yea! for rewards cards!), and Isaiah was less than thrilled. He was cranky from missing his nap, and now that I think about it he was probably pretty hungry. We got to the restaurant, and the temperature inside was no help. Why must we dress for December just to eat in a restaurant when it's 80 degrees outside?! One of those mysteries I will probably never solve. Aaaannywaaaay . . .

Isaiah's food came, and he perked up. After a few minutes of chowing on fries, he burst out with, "Wow, what a deal! I got a corndog and fries and pop and even water, what a deal!"

Indeed, my handsome boy, what a deal. We even got a happy boy on the side.

At least she's secure . . .

A few days ago, Katie was carrying a stuffed puppy that says things when you squeeze different parts of it. It suddenly burst out with a sincere, "I love you!" Without missing a beat, Katie answered back matter-of-fact, "I know."

A few weeks ago, her grandpa asked, "How come you're so cute, Katie?" She looked him in the eye and said, "Because I have such pretty hair," and went back to playing.