Regarding takeoff: “The cars look like Hot Wheels and the houses look like doll houses and I love this part. Oh, actually, I’m scared of this part…”
On earworms: “Mom, my brain is playing rock and roll.”
On danger, generally: “I had a dream that I had suction cup shoes and I could walk up anything. I want real suction cup shoes.”
Guess who just ate an entire package of Girl Scout cookies…
Sometimes when the girls fight, I make them write letters to each other and then hug. I’m pretty sure it’s working. No one is mad about it at all. Especially not Ava.
Bryan spent a snowy week in Steamboat for a conference last week. Everybody missed him, but especially Owen. For show and share at preschool Friday, I sent a photo of Bryan that hangs in our room–it was taken when we were 19, while visiting the Rocky Mountains. Owen LOVES this photo, and he asks frequently when it was taken.
“Where was I?” You weren’t born yet, remember? “So I was still in your tummy?” No. We didn’t even know about you yet. “But WHERE WAS I?”
In our dreams, kiddo.