Andy & Jessica

“So if Adam and Even hadn’t sinned, would we be running around naked?”

Some lady at church to me, “You’re getting nice and big.”

“I sense anger here.”  (Said in response to a non-angry, but slightly panicked, comment I made when seeing him drag something over the new hardwood floors.)

“Someone threw up in the sink and it’s still in there!  (Usually I’m the one who finds whatever horror the boys left for me in whatever room I enter.  There is always something — smeared poop on the toilet seat, chocolate fingerprints all over the white kitchen cabinets, pencils or toothpicks or similar hazard scattered on the floor.)

For my birthday this year, I dreamed of having dirt cake — crushed up Oreos, chocolate pudding, more crushed up Oreos with Cool Whip on top.  I must have failed to share my dream because Andy and Asher came home from the store with a chocolate layer cake — not what I would have picked.  I wasn’t crazy about it, but the boys seemed to like it, even the leftovers.  Asher was helping himself to some leftovers one night and the cake toppled out of the box and landed face down on a carpet remnant on the laundry room floor.  He put it back in the box and brought it upstairs and relayed his dramatic rescue story to us.  It was so dramatic that I didn’t believe it.  I asked Jude to search the laundry room floor for evidence that the cake really had hit the floor.  The report came back that the evidence was clear.  I verified it myself.  In spite of that incident, we kept the cake.  Then another night Levi decided to help himself to some cake.  He brought the box with the cake inside it upstairs and set it on the ottoman in the family room while he was distracted with something else.  I kept telling the boys to put the cake on the kitchen table, but they didn’t listen, of course.  The boys hit the cake box, causing the cake to fly out of the box and land face down yet again.  That didn’t stop Levi from eating it.  So, in the end, I got my dirt cake, but it wasn’t the dirt cake I had dreamed of.

Levi came to me tonight with a penny in his outstretched hand and said, “Here you go.  You can have this.”  I said, “Why don’t you put it in your piggy bank.”  He said, “You can have it to buy a house.”  What a little darling!  Jude finally convinced Levi to keep it saying, “You found it, you earned it, you get it.”

At about 8:30 a.m. this morning our iPad got a somewhat surprising Facetime call from 8 year old Ivan and his 6 year old brother, Jonah.  Ivan said they’ve been up for an hour and their mom and dad are not waking up and probably won’t be up until 10.  Ivan said, “We were actually thinking of having ice cream for breakfast.”  Jude happily offered up lots of suggestions of crazy things Ivan and Jonah could do with the lack of adult supervision.

In response to me asking him to do some of his German lessons today, “Mommy, I’m smart enough!”

Jude: “Do you think you look pregnant?”

Me: “I think so.”  (22 weeks after all!)

Jude: “No.  You don’t look pregnant, just a little fat.”

“I made this picture for you.  I’m going to glue it to the wall.”  (Yikes!)