My kids crack me up...

Caleb is often saying things that crack us up. He's not intentionally funny, it's just his comments about life, etc.

Tonight he and I had finished eating dinner and he was anxiously asking for dessert. I told him that he and I were the only ones finished, everyone else was still eating. And he says, (complete with accent), "High five, Girl." I'm surprised he didn't suck his teeth at me.

Elizabeth, on the other hand, didn't crack me up, just made me kind of shake my head, when she said at dinner, "Mommy, I learned about hydrophilic and hydrophobic things today, and surfactants." She proceeded to then define them accurately and give examples of them all. How does my homeschooler learn these things without me knowing? By watching Fetch on PBS. It's a great show. And when she says stuff like that I'm sometimes kicking myself thinking that I could be teaching her so much more because she can obviously learn so much more. But she's okay where she's at right now, and I am working on it for next year.... And she does still love to learn.

And right now, it's too late and I need to sleep...

I'm Back! (Or am I?)

So it's been super-long since I've blogged. Yes, Facebook has eaten away at my computer time. But so often when I'm on there posting pictures or whatever, I'm wishing I could add a bunch of commentary to what I'm posting. So this is where I do it, right? Well, I'll try....

Okay, was that my 2-year-old who just came out of her room from her nap mostly unclothed because "I couldn't get them back on." Why did she take them off? No answer.

And was it Emma 2 nights ago crying for me at 10:30 PM from the bathroom, again unclothed and with her hair soaked and the hand soap pump in her hands and lots of soapy, lathery bubbles in her hair? Why? "Because I couldn't get it out."

Sigh.

Somehow though, (because she's the "baby"?) I don't get angry with her, and I manage to make it all right for her again. Because it's easy right now. Putting clothes back on, washing hair in the middle of the night, praying the monsters away -- that's all easy. And as tiring as it may be, I have this feeling that it's nothing compared to the things that she'll need to be made right in the future. Things that maybe I can't make right for her. But that's all down the road. So right now I'm enjoying her sitting on my lap, watching me type, smelling her sweet (clean!) hair, and even her whining for some apple juice ("Pretty please?")

So I'm off. For apple juice.