Hmm, not quite

“Look, Mommy, I’m a boy,” Layla exclaimed, as she pushed her bangs up away from her forehead.

So having no bangs makes you a boy?  Hmm, interesting to know.  But sad but true when she said she was a boy, I looked at her and thought no, you almost have fivehead.  I love her to death.  

She’s the most beautiful baby ever, but she will need bangs until the day God calls her home.  Her bangs will rest evenly on her forehead as she lays in her casket.  I’ll have to remember to tell that to her husband and kids.

Kumbaya

During devotional time, we were learning/singing Kumbaya.  We were singing nicely, but I thought I heard something.   

I kept imagining I was hearing something.  What was I hearing? 

I was hearing Jory singing runs.  Yes!  My son was singing runs during Kumbaya.  Who would have thought it?  I guess this is what happens to a child raised on American Idol and The Voice.

Spelling Sentences

“Give me a sentence for cabin,” I said, as we were nearing his school.

“I got in the cabin and it took me to school,” he replied.

WHAT?!  “Jory, what does cabin mean?”

"Taxi cab," he responded casually.

Ah, that doesn't make sense, but it makes sense for his sentence.  "No, baby, it's a small house usually in the woods."

"Oh, okay."

Interesting the definitions we come up with in our minds.

Really?! in the mornings

I was walking past Jory's room.

"Do you have underwear on?" I asked, as I saw him pulling on his jeans.

"Oh," he replied, as he started to lower his jeans.

Really?!  How do you forget to put your underwear on?  Your underwear?!

Joss

I really need have three more kids.  Jack, Tatum, and then finally Joss.   

Joss, an ode to Whedon and Stone.  Joss could be my cute little pequeno.   

Then I’d have three girls:  Rowan, Layla, and Tatum (notice five letters with at least one “a”).   

And my precious boys:  Jory, Jack, and Joss (notice four letters and begins with “J”).

It sounded like a good idea in the beginning

The door opens.  I slowly awake.  This being climbs on the bed and lays next to me.  I feel the body next to me.

“Layla, what are you doing in here?” I question as I scoot over to make room for her.

“I woke up,” she answers.

“Okay.”

We drift off to sleep together.

I feel another body next to me.  Long legs. 

“Jory, what are you doing in here?”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Did you even try to lay in your bed and go back to sleep?”

“Yes,” he answers.

“You need to go back to your room and try a little bit longer,” I say, as I roll over and go back to sleep.

We really need to rework the whole if you wake up in the middle of the night, you can come into mommy’s room thing.  I’m trying to prevent people from raiding the fridge, waking siblings up, and roaming the house, not sure if this is the best approach to take though…

Worms and Brothers and Craziness

“Mommy, you almost ran over it,” Rowan declared, getting into the car after closing the gate.

What is she talking about?  I didn’t almost run over her.  There were no cats or dogs behind me.  

“Mommy, you almost ran over the worm,” she said, answering my unspoken questions.

Oh, uh, okay.

“You saw a worm?” Jory inquired.

“Yes, he was trying to go to the street, but I closed the gate so he wouldn’t get into the house,” my big girl replied.

“He wasn’t trying to get to the street.  It would take him all day, all night, all day, all night, all day, all night.  600 days to get to the street.  Worms move very slow.  They live in the dirt,” he stated, sounding very sure of himself.

“Can he live in the grass?” Rowan questioned.

“He lives in the dirt,” Jory responded.

“It’s dark down there,” she continued.

“They like the dark,” he replied.

Who knew he knew so much about worms.  Or that it would take 600 years for a worm to get from the gate to the street.  They are super slow moving creatures.  What a good, smart big brother he is, sharing his knowledge with his younger sister.

"You should have picked it up and gave it to me," he continued.

Yep, Jory started talking crazy and we were doing so well.

"You would have kept in the car," Rowan asked.

"Yes, then we could have taken in the house."

"Mommy, can we have a pet worm," she asked.

"No," I said firmly.

"What about a dog or a cat?" he added.

"There are three of you.  We're not adding anything to our household that can't one day take care of him or herself."