To be honest with you life with Hannah, both girls really, is so regularly entertaining that I don't stop to write it all down. I know that in a perfect world it would all be recorded but I can't seem to get it all done.
One thing that she's been doing lately is sleeping with her Daddy's old long rife scope. She thinks it's a great toy. I know while she's trying to get to sleep she's getting up and digging though her toy basket to find something to pass the time with. I've been trying to put the word out though to the little boys in the neighborhood that she's sleeping with a gun scope and they had better watch out!
For awhile she was referring to speed bumps as "feed bunks." This provided some good laughs in the pickup. We are working on the correct name and I think she's gotten as far as "speed bunks." We're getting there. She doesn't get to see them all that often anyway. She does however know exactly what a cattle guard sounds like when you cross it.
Last Friday we decided at the last minute to go fishing. Were about two miles from the house when Hannah kept asking, "Are we going to find water out here?" I assured her that we would but we had a bit of a drive ahead of us. After a couple of miles of driving through rocks and sagebrush I heard a big sigh from the backseat and she said, "I don't think we are EVER going to find water out here." It was a pretty long drive but we eventually found our fishing spot.