Andy & Jessica

Jude: “Mom, if you throw a banana, will it come back to you?”
Me: “No, Jude.”
Jude: “But it’s shaped like a boomerang!”

“Mommy rocks!”

(Asher is my most articulate little boy ever. Of course after Andy heard Asher’s new phrase, he tried to modify it to replace “Mommy” with “Daddy,” but Asher wouldn’t go for it.)

The boys have had to spend quite a bit of time sifting through the vacuum cleaner dust to find their sucked-up legos, etc. that now just turning on the vacuum will send them scurrying to the floor to pick up their toys. I’ll have to remember this trick.

I was working over the weekend, reading some HIPAA regulations and Jude plopped down next to me. He saw that I had been underlining or circling important language. He asked when he could circle something and after he did he said, “Are they going to think I helped you with the work cuz that’s so curvy?” Super cute that he thinks my job is “doing paperwork.”

To Levi when Levi was trying to take his turn and tell a funny story at bedtime: “Levi, I don’t understand you so good so why should you talk?” (My thought: Rude, but actually pretty funny. Poor Levi is so difficult to understand. But, he’s making major progress on his speech. And, Asher is right on his tail and is unbelievably articulate for his age.)

I have to admit that I’m pretty popular with my 3 little boys.  They are at home with Andy on Mondays through Fridays, but their favorite days of the week are what Jude and I call “stay home days” and what Levi calls “fun days” (i.e., Saturdays and Sundays).  This morning as I was getting ready for work, Levi started planning our day and I said, “Today’s a work day.” He said, “No, it’s a fun day.” Then Jude woke up a minute before I had to run for my bus and he came crying down the stairs yelling out, “Where’s Mommy?” It’s always so hard to leave them, but it’s good to be loved.

Today after church, our 3 boys were running on top of the chairs and people thought they were just burning off energy. That fact is, however, that our boys simply don’t run out of energy. They keep going and going. While they were running, I was talking to a nice gentleman who was telling me that he came from a family of 4 boys and told me some stories of the mischief that they got in. I no more than said, “My boys are not THAT bad” when Asher came up to me to hand me what looked like a brown ball from a distance. I knew better, however. The man I was speaking with said, “What has he found?” I said, “Poop,” as I reluctantly accepted Asher’s pile of poop in my hand and then hurried him into the bathroom for an emergency clean up.

“Mommy, do you know why I don’t want an iguana? They love strawberries and they will eat up all my strawberries. And, they can change colors and then I could never find it.” (Good to know, Jude, good to know.)

I got this email message from Andy while at work today, “We’re on the last roll of toilet paper.” Seriously, I would have never thought this crisis would happen to us. Andy stockpiles everything, especially toiletpaper. In fact, the downstairs shower has become a closet for bulk storage of paper towels, toilet paper, Kleenex, diapers and wipes. I’m sure Andy will take steps as soon as possible to remedy this serious situation. I envision a toilet paper purchase that will fill the whole car to ensure this disaster doesn’t happen anytime soon.

“Me want snack. I hate dinner.” (I’ll try not to take it too personally. Cooking just isn’t my thing.)