Marian is anti-blog at the moment, but I have a backlog of photos of her little projects that I'll start to post. I suspect if I have posts all ready, photos downloaded and in place, she will enjoy narrating them. The long process bores her. Plus, she's more self-motivated these days...which means less mom-motivated. She's doing fantastic--really thriving--and we're even trying a trial all-oral (no tube feeds at all) week.
Good thing, since her baby brother was diagnosed with cancer last month (call from the oncologist during our house closing) and I can only deal with one sick kid at a time. I can't make this stuff up--we're way too dramatic these days. I feel like a bad soap opera plot. Lots more on that on my blog if you're into the Goates family medical details. Stupid cancer.
Anyway. I logged on this morning to at least post the one funny conversation I recorded on a scrap of paper and can currently find. Marian is super funny lately. A sample:
M: "Dad, will you go get my backpack from the delicious car?"
N: "Why is the car delicious?"
M: "
Dad. It's been delicious since the 1930s!"
I want my hair long again, like this picture up above (Thanksgiving 2007). I miss having pigtails and ponytails. And kitty buns! 
My hair is like this up above. Last week I got bangs cut so I didn't have to wear headbands and clips all the time. I like my hairdo now and I'm going to get it longer.
I wanted to decorate them because I like fancy high heels and I have other things to say but I am going to say them after the big big big report.
I got my sister's old high heels and I cut the straps off so I could use them for slip-ons. And then I got some nice decorating stuff and I glued, glued, sticked, sticked, glued, glued, sticked, sticked, glued, glued... They are so so fancy. So I said this was a disco high heels. I put on disco pants and then I did some disco moves that were so SO SO SO fabulous.
I like it. Its name is Miss Cloudy. Miss Cloudy eats different kinds of herbs, well, the herbs are out of the garden, of course; that's the only kind of herbs I can give to her. She likes to ride on her buddy Pony, which is just like her: white and with gray spots. They get along together, and they also like to play Fetch. I don't know why, but I have to throw it. By the way, the pony's name is Mrs. Storm ('cause they're both gray and white). They like to play in the rain, especially splash in the puddles. But I get so soaked that I scream. And then I take them to time out.
posing by the horse she drew for Reuben's hospital room this week
I had to sort this order by color instead of style and size.
