"Hi, Remember that time I went to North Carolina and visited all those Kooky folks, like Pops and Arden, and then we all went to the beach and had such a good time and we sang songs, and got wet, and rode trikes, and golfed and then I had to ride on an airplane and said bye to the great granparents and saw lots of busses and it took such a long time and then I came back home to see dad and my mom made my get a haircut and even then my hair still looks silly when I wake up from a nap and I want to wear my shoes and hat and now I'm hungry and would like some blueberries and milk and oh, look there's an airplane outside, let's go play guitar, Dad. Wait, I think I would like to go out and play in the dirt instead-with the dogs-and the dogs on my blanket are so silly and I like to hug them and my pillow, I love baths and garden hoses ok all water in general and, I'm tired of singing so why isn't anyone coming to get me? I'm wrinkled like a raisin in this wet diaper... MOMMA..... DADDA!!!!"
This is my interpretation of what Katie and I heard on the monitor this morning. It has to be sung in alternating whispers and shouts, with barely any pauses, and the only about every fifth word has any meaning to Katie or me.
Here are the rest of the pictures from the trip to North Carolina (well rest is an understatement since between the Collins' camera and ours there were somewhere in the range of 900 images-no kidding) . The remianing few are of the past week or so and show Simon's haircut and a bout of digging in the backyard.
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