Isn’t that a funny word? Tidbits.
I’m still on my quest for imperfect real-life randomness…
I don’t know how a four-year-old manages to play Monopoly by himself, but Leif seemed to be doing fine. Lola thought he needed another player, however.
I wish I could have captured Leif on video camera this morning. He enthusiastically giggled through a math lesson (his idea). I hope he maintains that attitude for the next 13 years.
Levi: (About VBS) My teacher is teaching everyone how to swagger, so I’m excelling at that already. (I don’t even want to know.)
Luke: (While snuggling up on my lap after a blood-gushing head injury. (He’s fine.)) Could you catch one of my tears and show it to me? (How can such a dare-devil be such a tender-hearted, sweet snuggler?)
Luke: My pencil has a loose tooth.
Luke: (I find him whittling a stick with a box knife. I tell him he will slip and stab himself.) I already slipped and stabbed myself like five times. (So what’s the big deal, mom?)
I’m attending a formal wedding on Friday with four children. You might want to pray for me. I had to go buy a dress. Is it sad that I didn’t own one? And my boys have “church'” flip-flops. Lola is the only one who owned appropriate clothing… but she is going barefoot because I didn’t want to buy her fancy shoes. Does it surprise you that we are so un-fancy?
I had a dual senior photo session the other night. Two cousins who also happen to be my second cousins. I think I’ll have some interesting photos to share when I get a chance to start editing.
Lola isn’t crawling yet (at just 9 months), but she is the funniest little bottom-scooter. My boys did some army-crawling, but this bottom-scooting is new here. She can move quickly and get into anything she sets her sights on.
She also loves to play peek-a-boo. I caught some (blurry) snap-shots of the action this afternoon. She found a shirt of Levi’s and was putting it up over her head. She’d bring it down really quickly, we’d all say peek-a-boo, and she’d squeal and giggle. We are easily entertained around here. All of us think Lola is the cat’s meow. What did we do without her?!
We are finally getting some summer weather around here. Today it is a bit warm for my tastes, but it is amazing how a little sunshine improves one’s outlook!
Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.
~Ada Louise Huxtable