The Joeys

Our good friends here in Tulsa have a 3-year-old girl named Glory. She is about the most articulate 3-year-old I've ever met and is a little social butterfly. She loves lips (lip gloss), purses, shopping, shoes (what woman doesn't) and chicken and wanch from Chic-a-la (those aren't typos, that is Glory speak).

Glory is so excited about the twins. In the beggining, she was sure one was a boy and one was a girl, and she named the boy Joey and the girl Schluby (don't ask because I don't know). She would say Sean gets the boy and we (Glory and Ashley) get the girl. We recently had to break the news to her that they are two boys. She didn't believe us at first, but now she's all for it.

In fact, no more Joey and Schluby. Now, she calls them the Joeys. At dinner the other night, she even prayed for the Joeys. What a cherised prayer! Out of the mouth of a babe!

Can't wait to meet the Joeys!