This Just In: Pigs
Pigs don’t live in houses; they live on the farm. — Matthew
Pigs don’t live in houses; they live on the farm. — Matthew
Matthew & Mike were having a pretend camp out earlier. Sitting in the tent (in the family room), Matthew was telling Mike a “spooky” story about a big pink frog that took all of the s’mores. LOL!!
Adelaide to Mike: “Oh, no, Daddy! Bugs!” Over and over and over again. She thinks the dark, purple fuzzies from the throw blanket are bugs. Too funny! LOL
Time to get Adelaide a baton. She keeps twirling the kiddie broom. ๐
Adelaide has invented a new spa treatment, the chicken nugget foot scrub. My feet feel so refreshed already!
Adelaide’s latest interest is walking backwards. She’s been practicing every day. Sometimes, she likes to play the harmonica while walking backwards. The amusements are endless around here.
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.” — Henry David Thoreau
In case anyone’s wondering what’s on the mind of Jesus today, Matthew has informed me that Jesus wants Daddy to play with us in the playroom when gets home from work.
A moment of clarity courtesy of Matthew…
I’m changing Adelaide’s diaper while Matthew & I sing one rendition of The Poopy Song. Matthew breaks mid “cha-cha-cha-cha” to explain to his sister, in his most serious tone with his most serious facial expression, that “We don’t eat poopy because it’s DANGEROUS.”
Our kiddos certainly don’t want for praise, acknowledgment, or encouragement. I was feeding Adelaide her dinner while Mike and Matthew were whipping up some smoothies. (She had a late nap, and, consequently, a late dinner.) Whenever Matthew got a “good job,” “awesome work,” or “way to go,” Adelaide stopped eating to clap for her big brother. ๐