All I Want for (Next) Christmas...

The other tooth is out!

In other Cody news, he graduated from speech therapy a couple weeks ago. The lisp is almost gone!

 And then, he got a belated award from last school year — the Presidential Award for Academic Excellence. It had something to do with being smart and having good character. He was SO surprised, and proud. He said, "I can't believe the President took the time to write to me to tell me how proud he is of how kind I am and how hard I'm working! I don't know how you'll feel about this, Mom, but I think I probably really like President Obama."

 So, each night, they all spend a lot of time "organizing my stuffies." Of which there are now hundreds. All with names, all with personalities. When I went in to check on them the other night, I could not find Cody. Can you?

 Look all the way up top. Yep. He's sleeping perpendicularly across the bed with his legs hanging off. Because "I made an altar out of my stuffies."

 The next day, we went to the library, where once a week they have a therapy dog come to visit and read with the kids. Emma loves Ella (the doggie).

 Cody was less impressed. He actually didn't even notice, because: comic books. He's his daddy's little boy.