Here are just a few quick snippets from our recent life:
I love listening to my kids play together and talk to eachother. It makes my heart sing when they get along, and it drives me seriously bonkers when the fight. Yesterday was mostly a get along day...this is just one little treasure I heard in the car driving back from church:
Azure: "I thought you didn't like Sour Skittles."
Bella: I'm trying to overcome my fears.
Speaking of fears,
(wasn't that an awesome segue?) Calvin is
constantly concerned about serving a mission.
This is not something we have ever sat down and told him he has to do, nor is it a topic that we ever really bring up. Still, this pensive five year old boy will tell me at least three times a week why he doesn't want to go. His concerns usually lie with having to leave his family, and how much he would miss us while he was gone. But last week, out of the blue (as these conversations usually start up), he asked me, "But mom, how will I know what I am supposed to tell people on my mission? How will I know everything I'm supposed to say?" I think he is unusually concerned for a little guy his age.
The funny thing is, he talks to and about Jesus like they are best friends. Sometimes it's cute, sometimes it's borderline irreverent, and sometimes it's hilarious. He gets mad at Jesus every once in awhile, mostly about the weather, but usually they get along pretty well. One night about a month ago, we were corralling all of the chitlins to brush their teeth, when we found Calvin arms raised, with clenched fists shaking towards the heavens proclaiming, "Please, Jesus! Can I just not brush my teeth for one night!?"
Oh man, I laughed the hardest I had in a long time.
I remember the days when Azure used to say "pooky" instead of spooky, when Bella asking for "fresh air" meant that she wanted you to pick up her blanket and wave it out like they do to sheets in Downy commercials, but over her, right before you tucked her in. I remember Calvin asking for pink cereal, and not being happy until you poured him a bowl of Lucky Charms. And here we are with Emmett, who at least now gives you warning by shouting "sucker punch!" before he slugs you, who every morning drags me into the kitchen saying, "I want seer-e-whal", who asks to wear his football jammies every day, who would "shoot hoops" for an hour at a time if I was willing to watch him that long, whose allegience to Fruit Ninja has recently given way to Temple Run, and whose bloodcurdling scream over having to share still makes my heart stop beating for just a second. He is a super stubborn, super cuddly, super loveable little guy, and I sure am glad he's ours!
Happy Monday! xo, Cumorah
