sorry that pretty much all i post about is my kids...but they're my constant companions and my life these days.
yesterday, layla and i were walking a blockor two together, when she started singing a song about toes. "addie has tiny baby toes. i hab little toes. and addie has little toes. and layla has little toes. and mommy has BID BID tooooooooeeeeeeesssssss...." the tune was a little incoherent, but the lyrics were, as you can see, both catchy and flattering.
carson loves two things lately: (1) starting statements out with the word "perhaps." "perhaps i would like to go to bed now." "perhaps i'd like some dessert." "perhaps i don't want to play school with you, lays." (2) making projects out of anything, for anyone. if he finds an interesting piece of garbage (i.e., a fruit snacks wrapper, part of a sheet of stickers, an old crayon, a pipe cleaner), he'll attach it to some construction paper, color on it a bit, and viola! a lovely handmade project. it's bad, though, because lately he'll present me with said projects and, after i thank him, he'll ask that i "please don't throw dis one away." oops. and i thought he wouldn't notice...
addelyn has developed a delicious guffaw-laugh that neither paul nor i can get enough of. it is darling and hilarious and gratifying.
i adore paul. i know probably every girl is convinced that she married the best man in the world, and i'm happy we all think that. paul is my best friend, a sweet and funny and patient guy, chuck-full of integrity, and a perfect companion for the flawed me.
the kids are anxiously awaiting a beneficial encounter with santa claus. yes, already. time to back it off a bit and start from square one of "the true meaning of (and/or purpose for) christmas." after thanksgiving, of course.
speaking of, i'm looking forward (a little too much, i think) to a glorious t-day spread. makes me miss home and my parents, though.
6 comments:
I am full to the brim with happiness for your happiness in your marriage. Thank you for being such a sweet companion for Paul. Okay, now I'm crying.
Perhaps you have some of world's cutest kids...Does using perhaps make it a statment or a question? Will you ask carson for me?
My kids sometimes find their "masterpieces" in the garbage and I feel so bad when they hold it up and ask, "Why?"
I left a comment on your "it's embarrassing" post. You must read it.
oh my gosh, maren, i could NEVER forget those. how many hours straight were we laughing that night? it had to have been the best abs workout i've ever done and probably ever will.
oh man, i miss you. wanna come to logan for a year or two?
Will you please call me as soon as you get out the Donny Osmond Christmas cd? I want to be there for that one.
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