It is Christmas Eve and my yummy foods are being prepared. Adalia is making cinnamon rolls for breakfast tomorrow, and Judah and Tilly are about to start some snacks for tonight. And the rest of my children? Well, they're being as funny as ever.
This morning Tucker (6) came up to me and said: "I think it's gonna be a pretty bad Christmas…cause our LEGO mini-figures are gonna have a battle!"
Why yes, that is twenty-two pounds of organic peanut butter that Tilly's snacking on.
I came back from my run this morning and Kalina said, "Did Dad go running with mom?"
"No" I said "Dad was downstairs paying bills".
After a moment's pause Jubilee (9) said, "Oh! I thought you said Dad was downstairs taking pills."
I gave Chuck a haircut this morning and Apollo was sitting on my lap when Chuck got out of the shower. He kept saying "Dada! Dada!" and I said, "yes, that's Daddy". Finally, Apollo grabbed my face in both his hands, looked me in the eyes and said insistently, "DADA!" and pointed.
Finally it dawned on me. "Oh, Daddy got a haircut. It's okay, you can go see him. Go touch his hair." Then he climbed down and timidly touched Chuck's hair and was finally reassured that it was okay. Such a bright little boy!