"That's a horrible backround photo. It has nothing to do with your blog." "You're using that as your profile picture? Weren't you just messing around in the car?" Thanks Matty. The backround photograph happens to be of what I consider my best cake decorating job, and in the profile picture, to be honest, I thought my eyes looked cool. Also, since I'm not smiling as much like a four-year-old as I usually do, I think I look rather eighteen. Oddly enough, Matty didn't make much merry over the links to the Sherlockian websites. He just expects that, I guess.
Right now he is sitting at the table, playing a racing game on Sam (my nana's Samsung Tablet). He's quite adorable, with his beloved white Vans and new olive-green waffle-weave long-sleeved shirt. Occationally he speaks, usually to swear (when just the two of us are home he'll do that because I'll laugh) or tell me to shut up (only because I am not saying anything). Once in a while he'll look around to point out Toby ("Ooooohhh Toby!"), or take a bite of his Peanut Butter Captain Crunch.
We just had an echange. Here it is:
(Matty picks up Toby and makes him talk) "Rara! I'm so small!"
"I know, Toby!"
"Everyone always says that I'm so small."
"You are so small, but that's not a bad thing, Toby. That's a good thing."
(Matty makes Toby hug me and sit in my lap. Matty now speaks as himself.) "You need to hold him for a long time."
(Toby obviously does not feel like beig held.) "He doesn't want me to hold him."
"Yes he does!" (Matty begins to walk down the hall, and toby jumps to the ground to follow him.) "Rara, you suck!"
All Matty's words, even when he spoke as (just a second; he's poking me). Sorry about that. I was saying that Matty spoke in a baby-ish voice throughout the whole of the conversation. That interruption was due to Matty wanting me to look at Toby as he sat on his bed. ("This is how you pick him up, Rara. You pet his head, and then you pick him up, making sure to support his little butt, then you kiss him once or twice, and then you put him in Rara's lap. He wants you to put a picture of him on your blog. He says 'Why not?') Goodness, I can't keep up with the new Toby developments! Time to go, before Matty, who is now reading over my shoulder, decides to delete this. Ah, he's okay with it. He's singing a Toby song to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic."
Matty keeps stealing this.
Right now he is sitting at the table, playing a racing game on Sam (my nana's Samsung Tablet). He's quite adorable, with his beloved white Vans and new olive-green waffle-weave long-sleeved shirt. Occationally he speaks, usually to swear (when just the two of us are home he'll do that because I'll laugh) or tell me to shut up (only because I am not saying anything). Once in a while he'll look around to point out Toby ("Ooooohhh Toby!"), or take a bite of his Peanut Butter Captain Crunch.
We just had an echange. Here it is:
(Matty picks up Toby and makes him talk) "Rara! I'm so small!"
"I know, Toby!"
"Everyone always says that I'm so small."
"You are so small, but that's not a bad thing, Toby. That's a good thing."
(Matty makes Toby hug me and sit in my lap. Matty now speaks as himself.) "You need to hold him for a long time."
(Toby obviously does not feel like beig held.) "He doesn't want me to hold him."
"Yes he does!" (Matty begins to walk down the hall, and toby jumps to the ground to follow him.) "Rara, you suck!"
All Matty's words, even when he spoke as (just a second; he's poking me). Sorry about that. I was saying that Matty spoke in a baby-ish voice throughout the whole of the conversation. That interruption was due to Matty wanting me to look at Toby as he sat on his bed. ("This is how you pick him up, Rara. You pet his head, and then you pick him up, making sure to support his little butt, then you kiss him once or twice, and then you put him in Rara's lap. He wants you to put a picture of him on your blog. He says 'Why not?') Goodness, I can't keep up with the new Toby developments! Time to go, before Matty, who is now reading over my shoulder, decides to delete this. Ah, he's okay with it. He's singing a Toby song to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic."
Matty keeps stealing this.
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