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my amazing daughters

*Disclaimer* - The following may not be amazing at all.

Lilian can blow her nose.  Hold a tissue to her nose, say "blow" and she blows her nose.  She's 10 months old.  I'm sorry, but that is amazing.

Lilian answers questions by shaking her head "yes" or "no".  For example, "Do you want more to drink?"  followed by her head shaking "no".

Lilian knows exactly what she is not allowed to touch.  As she approaches the forbidden object she starts shaking her head "no".

She waves goodbye and hello.

She puts objects to her ear, pretends it's a cell phone and says, "hi."

Phil once heard her say, "All done!"

Madeleine can tell you the story of Lazarus being raised from the dead.  She knew it after hearing it one time.  She can also tell you about Jesus' ressurection but Lazarus sometimes ends up in there too. She is 3 years old and 5 months.

She gets up every morning around 5:30am, goes to the bathroom by herself and then goes back to bed.

She can translate Chinese to English or English to Chinese.

I have asked Madeleine for help with my Chinese and she was able to help.

She would have me paint her finger and toe nails everyday.  And yet, she thinks farts and burps are so funny.  Especially if they come from Lilian.

She knows how to make pizza crust.

She likes to wash dishes.

She can write the letter 'H'.  And draw a circle.

She wants to be either a popcorn farmer or a dress designer.

A sticker at the end of everyday has given her the self-control to stop sucking her thumb during the day.

Amazing.

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