A Little Present for Mom

Josh and I were outside doing some yard work today, and the kids were inside. About every five minutes one or the other of them came out, yelling, "Mom!" to ask for a drink or something. However, one time Lanie walked all the way out to where I was weeding by the garage without saying a word. She solemnly extended her right index finger and said, "Look." On the end of her finger was a fresh booger. I wiped it off on my shirt, and she silently returned to the house.

Trying it out

We were celebrating Evie's third birthday (and the birth of our nation) yesterday at a barbecue at Oma and Pa's house yesterday. Unlike most 4th of July's, the temperature was very mild. I was sitting in the living room rocking Lanie, who was sleeping, when Henry came in from doing sparklers. He ran over to where I was and excitedly pronounced, "It's frickin' cold outside!" His intention to try out the word "frickin'" was so obvious to us both, that all it took was a look from me to confirm that the word was not to be used. Henry looked back at me and sheepishly said, "Oh."

E.R. Visit

Josh and I had to take Lanie to the E.R. on Tuesday evening. Her temperature spiked and caused a seizure. It's happened once before, and I thought Josh and I did a good job staying relatively calm as we packed her and Henry into the car to go to the hospital. Henry, however, got a bit shaken. Oma and Pa picked him up from the hospital immediately after we arrived, and he went back to our house with Oma. It was a pretty warm night, but he insisted on burrying himself under his sleeping bag as he watched cartoons on the couch. (On nights he is feeling a little afraid at bedtime, he makes a "nest" of blankets in his bed.) Oma suggested that it was a little hot to be all covered up. He looked over at her and said, "Oh, Oma. You know how I am." How true, my sensitive little guy! Later that night Henry told Oma out of the blue, "You're a great Oma."

Lanie was also feeling the familial love. She had been sleeping very soundly as we waited for some test results at the hospital. Once we got to the car to go home, though, she perked up asking, "Where's Henry?" When we told her he was at home with Oma, she chattered the whole four blocks back to our house about how she wanted to see Henry.