Neal “talking” to me at lunch.
She wanted a braid AND pony so here’s what she got:)
Daddy daughter movie night, this is Ona chompin before the flick starts
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This morning Ona crawled into bed with me. She was cold so we snuggled up. She asked, “how come you’re so warm?” I replied, “because I’m hot stuff:)” she responded, “ya, more like warm stuff.” Yup, that sums it up. I’m warm stuff.
Ona helped shuck the corn tonight and LIKED it. She kept saying “thank you mama!”Neal just looked on thinking “can we eat yet?”
What started out as a little painting with brushes turned into body art. She says she’s gonna be an artist like Uncle Troy.
Give it to me!
Neal under the dining table.