Neither Cormac nor Arden has learned how to talk yet, but they are both very good at making noises with their mouths. They can't walk or play the guitar either, but are already as adept as I am at kicking their feet in the air and grabbing their own faces.
In this way, they sort of remind me of a package of hotdogs next to a bag of buns next to a bottle of mustard next to a pile of chopped onions. They're not yet a fully realized eating experience, but the parts are all there.
And as much as I like a good gas-station hotdog, they always taste much better when I prepare them at home---charcoal-grilled and covered in sauerkraut.
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This reminds me, one of the things I love about Kerry is that she always double-dogged it (two dogs, one bun). Does she still do that?
I miss you guys.
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