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Bounceoline

On Saturday, after the egg hunt, we took in a mini-concert at Gramma's. Mom played mandolin, Doris played guitar, and they had two others playing, too. Then we ventured over to check out Kevin & Heather's new place. The children had a terrific time on the "bounce-o-leen" (thank you, Elle Mae, for the word coinage!), and playing with cousins Torance, Jo-Jo, and Ben.

April Showers & Flowers

As we drove around in the downpours today, I pointed out which flowers were blooming. The children spent the rest of our drive time shouting out when they spotted daffodils, "forthysia," and "star mangolias."

Butcept I'm Infused

i finally remembered to jot down two of the cutest words i hear each week. cyrus often utters, "butcept" instead of "except." the contrasting connotation is still there, just a little extra negative perhaps. and when something doesn't make sense, elle mae gets "infused" instead of "confused." i love those funny little sayings they each come up with, and i miss hearing them when they outgrow their toddler talk.

Advent Day 12

advent calendar: we arrived home today. then took naps. the children haven't asked about the calendar yet, but i'm sure we'll do that soon.

we did: packed up & headed home. lunch-type things from burger king.

we're looking forward to: going out with daddy for some pizza. the children like the place where they can "make their own."

quote of the day: on the drive home, there was an ambulance following us for a while. it didn't have its lights on, and i explained that if it's not super important to get to the hospital really fast, they just drive like the other cars. then shelby said to cyrus, "i can't wait til i die." it caught my ear, and i asked her what she said. she repeated it. she made me smile. she said, "it will be nicer. and cleaner." she has much better perspective than i did at her age. i was so proud of her. but that'd be a little hard to explain to some people, i guess.

Here's To You

last week cyrus had the hiccups while he was praying. part of his prayer went like this. "and please give my hiccups to somebody else." it made me smile. but then i thought about it, and sometimes i must say things like, "hey, you gave me your hiccups." thus, the logic.

The Creative Mind

the other day we were driving around town when shelby said to me, "i'm as sleepy as a cat in the sun." wow. i complimented her on being so descriptive. then, of course, i had to explain myself. lol.

Chioo

often times we need a \CHIH' oo\ for her "not."

that's ellemae-speak meaning "tissue for her snot." i could never really catch it or repeat it, but steve did the other day, and i wanted to make sure i jotted it down. now if i can ever figure out how it is she says "cover," we'll be one step closer to understanding elle mae's dialect.

Mooring Moories

that's what elle mae calls them. (aka morning glories) they took a while to bloom, but now check out the pending blossoms. i'm hooked.

      

Tell Me All Your Dreams, Mama

cyrus has such a gentle heart. this evening he was saying his goodbyes to us girls, as he was going to church with daddy for worship team practice. he gave me a big hug and looked into my eyes and said, "tell me all your dreams, mama." talk about melting! he, of course, knew we'd probably be sleeping when he returned and wanted to hear all about it. but to my ears, it was just pure gold.

Slurbally

this morning the shelb says to me, "mama, sometimes when i wake up in the morning, my eyes are all, like, slurbally." yea, shelb. me, too. most mornings.