So, in all my complaining and fretting over surviving my third round of two, three, and four-ness, I am blessed with laughter.
People, I have funny kids. They favor their father in that way. He's a funny guy with a wicked-great sense of humor, and he is rubbing off on our children.
Mother's Day - Joel makes me another “Happy Mother's Day” drawing, but he made sure he didn't leave his dad out of the picture. His card said, “Happy Not You Day.”
The Downer - I wish I could remember the story Olivia was telling, but she had told about a situation that had an unfortunate outcome. For example, a kid not getting ice cream after eating all his dinner, She dramatically ended the story with a, “Bum, bum, bummmm,” You know, each “bum” going down a half-octave, ending on a flat - think murder mystery conclusion-type music. Where'd she come up with that?
Dancing/Jumping - Lucy finally took a few moments to let the TV baby-sit her. There was show on with singing and a jumping dance. Ah, jumping, her specialty. She jumped and hopped and jumped and hopped through the whole song, unaware of anything but her and her fellow hoppers on TV. Her arms were out as she struggled to balance each two-legged launch from the ground. She wasn't trying to be funny, but she was. Joel, who was supposed to be working on his math lesson, couldn't help but watch his little sister get lost in her favorite pastime. He said as he giggled with delight, “Mom, she is the cutest ever.” I think the “cutest ever” was watching her get lost in something she loved, while watching him get lost in something he loved, his littlest sister.
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