In the morning we are greeted in bed to Brinley struggling with a full gallon of milk in her arms. Huffing she carries it into our room, puffing she carries it out. She just wanted to show us how strong she is.
“Stronger than ever!” she declares.
I’m pushing Brin in the little red car when she tells me to stop. She gets out and started examining a bug.
“What is it, dad?”
“It’s a box elder bug.”
“A box elder bug?”
“Yep, you got it.”
After a beat, “Does it box eld?”
Brin keeps making towers out of LEGOs. The higher they get, the more unstable they become. A particularly high tower falls, which a frustrated Brinley berates, “You are just a darnit tower.”
Micah tears down one of the vertical blinds in the living room. When Sarah sees it she sighs in exasperation, and Brinley says, “See? I told you he was a bad baby.”
Brin measures herself against the wall, then excitedly tells me, “I’m grown-er!”
I asked Brin to water my begonias. She got water, came back, and said, “Here’s the water for your pooptonias!”
Often in the melee of trying to entertain the kids and keep the house running, we’ll lose track of where Micah is. When that happens, more often than not we can find him sitting on the floor in his room, quietly reading one of his books.
We pass by a McDonald’s that Brinley has never seen, and she says, “Wow, there are a lot of copies of McDonald’s.”
Brin on cyclonic activity, “I saw a white tomato in the sky!”
Brin on the dangers of watching too much TV, “If you watch too much TV, your tummy will get jelly and grumbous.“