Scott, as we say here in Texas (I’ve even got a twang thang going on…heh, heh) was a mess so when Shannon, a quiet, sweet, happy baby girl arrived, curly red hair and all, I was seriously grateful. Oh, she had her moments. At nine months she crawled into the kitchen and didn’t come back, and she wasn’t in there when I went to find her. I heard her laughing at me. She had climbed up on some tall canisters I used for cooking, across the stove, and up on top of the refrigerator where she was enjoying watching me look for her. There were some unplanned ½ inch bangs at 14 months, and unbelievable bravery hanging onto her brother’s back on his tricycle. However, she just didn’t talk except for saying her brother’s name. I would have worried more, but there was indeed Scott to chase. One morning around her second birthday, I was thinking about making breakfast and asked her if she wanted some hot cereal. She fixed me with the Shannon look which she mastered early and still uses to this day and announced, “I want some eggs.” So I asked her how she wanted them cooked. Happy Birthday, Baby
Posted on: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 18:58:17 +0000
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