five minutes ago, they were tiny little babies

Every night, at bed time, I go in to snuggle Charlie. He wraps his arms around me and says, "Mama, I'm NEVER going to let you go."

And every night I think, "Aren't I supposed to be the one saying that?"



Yesterday, in the car, Charlie said, "Mama!"

"Charlie!"

"Can you get me a SNORKEL?"

Wade and I started to laugh. "Yes," I said, "I think I can get you a snorkel."

"Good," he said, "because I can't breathe underwater."




Henry has finally started reading. He has been ABLE to read for a long time, he just hasn't been WILLING. But last night, he read me a Henry and Mudge book, and he laughed until he could hardly breathe because Mudge! had his head! in a trash can! Today he read Charlie a Berenstain Bears book and the two of them laughed themselves silly over the chicken with handcuffs on.

Apparently nothing is funnier than a chicken in handcuffs.



Whoever took my babies, please return them. These big kids? Can't possibly be mine.