I feel like I don’t tell very many Reed stories on here…and that is a shame.\u00a0 He is at such a fun age right now.\u00a0 He is a handful, but the thoughts and words that come tumbling out of his mouth amaze and tickle me constantly.\u00a0 Reed can count to 10, he knows his colors and can sing the ABC’s.\u00a0 He also knows most of his shapes.\u00a0 Sometimes I’m amazed at the things he knows simply because I didn’t teach it to him.\u00a0 That makes me sad, but I’m so thankful he goes to such a good school and is learning so much.<\/p>\n
I’m going to start adding his funny one-liners to the blog more often.\u00a0 I would hate to forget how cute he is right now.\u00a0 Saturday morning Reed and I got up and did Jillian Michael’s 30 Day Shred.\u00a0 He would watch me, and then look at the tv and say ‘look Mommy, pretty girl!’\u00a0 When I would get on the floor to do abs his response was ‘Mommy!\u00a0 Get UUP!’\u00a0 Little punk.<\/p>\n
We have already discussed his obsession with pretty girls, but on the way home from HEB we were listening to the radio.\u00a0 An Alabama song came on and he said ‘No Mommy.\u00a0‘ So I changed the channel to another station and there was a female singing.\u00a0 His immediate response was ‘Yes Mommy.\u00a0 I like this one’.\u00a0 What a punk.\u00a0 Now he not only likes to\u00a0look at pretty girls, but now he only wants to listen to pretty girls.<\/p>\n
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