Andy & Jessica

To me, “You’re my pretty girl.”

 

“Levi, have you repented of your sins and trusted in Jesus for salvation?”

“Mommy, can I have a peanut butter sandwich without any peanut butter?”  This kid is definitely his father’s son on an all bread diet.

Jude likes to tell him the story about how he spent his time at Grandma and Grandpa Olson’s when we were in Israel.  This time, I got it down word for word:  “At Grandma’s house all I did was eat Frosted Flakes while eating Curious George.  If my bowl got low, I went upstairs to get more.  Only one day I had dinner and after that I ate a donut.  Did you know that if all you do day after day is eat Frosted Flakes and watch Curious George, you won’t get tummy aches?”

Levi didn’t want me to leave for work tomorrow morning without first seeing me so he said, “Can you wait until you leave tomorrow until after I’m bored with you?”

“I like married gurls [girls].”

Last night the boys and I played some fooseball.  It was me and Levi versus Jude and Asher.  Surprisingly, Asher and I are the best players.  But, Levi and I handily won every game.  Highlights were:

• The boys declaring “dead ball” and grabbing it repeatedly even when it wasn’t dead.
• Levi laughing so much that he said, “Always when I laugh, I pee.”
• Asher noticing that one of the plastic fooseball players is missing paint on his head and saying in all seriousness, “This guy has a brain tumor.”  (He also said that after Jude’s last hair cut when his scar/bald spots were on display.)
• Jude crying uncontrollably for 30 minutes afterwards since I didn’t let him win.  Then at one point he asked me, “Why am I crying again?”

 

Asher decided to ingest some of the bright yellow liquid inside his glow stick.  He immediately started gagging.  A quick call to poison control confirmed it is foul tasting, but non-toxic and will cause some stomach upset at the most.  It’s anything but boring around this place.

To me:  “I love you so much, I don’t want you to die.”  (He tells me this multiple times a day.)

So today, as Asher would say, is his “happy 3rd birthday.”  We celebrated with my family a couple weeks ago and he got a birthday card with a big 3 on it from my parents.  He carried his card around all weekend and his brothers tried to convince him that he was still 2.  Asher said, “My happy birthday card says I’m 3.”  Case closed.  So, the real birthday is finally here.  This will be Asher’s first birthday at home — his first birthday was at Jill’s House in Indiana when Jude was going through radiation and his 2nd birthday was in Wisconsin at my cousin’s wedding.  We’ll be celebrating on the cheap, as usual, with immediate family only and a $15 cake from Cub Foods.