Randomness that I don’t want to forget.

I’m not sure if it’s just the fertility of spring or its the inundation of all of the adorable baby crafts on Pinterest or an unexpected baby announcement in the mail, but whatever it is, I feel the brevity of time and the growing up of my children.  I no longer have any babies.  I’m quickly approaching not having any preschoolers.  I know that soon, very soon, these little humans entrusted in my care will cease to entertain me in the ways that they do now.  I only hope that I can at least remember a fraction them when they are still small.

Jake crawled in our bed (like he seems to do every night).  He tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable and then said, “Daddy, could you snore at little bit more quietly.  I’m trying to sleep here.”

Every morning Nathaniel is the first up.  He wakes up happy.  From the moment his eyes open he never stops talking.  He talks and talks and talks.  The first words out of his mouth are.  “Good morning”  the second ones are “I’m hungry”.

Marshall has a supplemental grammar book.  He had to write sentences about nouns.  One word was Libertarian Party.  His sentence:  I will bring cupcakes to the Libertarian Party.  I thought about going over things like Proper Nouns and Common Nouns and visual clues like capital letters, but I was so entertained by the sentence, I just left it.  For the last few weeks I’ve been referring back to the Libertarian Party and it’s cupcakes and chuckling.

My Dad is here making me a chicken coop.  Marshall is a little disappointed he can’t use the power saw.  I wish I was a crustacean.  Then I could use power tools and it wouldn’t matter if I ran over my arm.”  I think he either doesn’t give the saw enough credit, or he gives the crustacean too much credit. Either way, it’s a good thing he can’t use the saw.

Nathaniel still says hangerbur instead of hamburger.  I can’t bring myself to correct him and loose the cuteness.

I realized this week that Mike still believes in the Easter bunny. Mom, how will the Easter bunny makes us a yarn maze here at our new house?  Do you think he’ll hide the eggs in the forest?  I hope not.  I don’t want to be looking for candy in the rain.