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Greg and I argued some last night... well not so much arguing as verbal wrestling if that makes any sense. He says that I don't speak English. According to him he says thing to me in English and I then translate them into Chava. I think what happens is that I look for the innuendo and meaning behind what he is saying when really it is only what he has said. For instance he says "I don't want rice today." I can't just hear and understand "I don't want rice today." instead I think "Is my rice bad, does he not like the way I fixed it last time?" Like that only it gets far more complicated and convoluted. I just refuse to believe his thoughts are as shallow as he makes them out to be!
I have to get linux on my computer soon. I am getting so sick of Windows. Grrr. I feel so vulnerable.

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Half an hour and I can attempt to get both babies down for naps so that I can steal a Lush bath. I feel like I need to start playing the Mission Impossible theme. "Can she get both children to sleep at once or will her plans be foiled by the evil 8 month old with the bad temper?"
Later today Rhiannon and I are going to make sparkly Easter eggs. Wonder how many colors it is going to turn her. Rhiannon is really starting to talk more now. I look forward to being able to actually converse with her. She's going through a parroting phase and having fun showing off the words she knows. Today she brought me some little plastic chickens and so I told her what they were and showed her the noise they made. Tomas showed up a couple of hours later with Popeye's chicken for lunch. He picked her up and told her he brought her chicken for lunch and she said "cheeekeeen" "coooookuuu". The last part being her attempt at clucking. She's so cute. Yeah, yeah. ... I know... trust me when you have kids you'll be marveled at every little tiny thing too! :P