Sterling Speaks

Sterling was playing with a race car in his room. He was singing to himself, "the R says rrrr. The R says rrrr. Every letter makes a sound, the R says rrrr. Rrrrr! Rrrrr! Like . . . rrrace car!"

Have I recommended the Leapfrog Letter Factory DVD? You can't have this child. And if you buy the DVD, you will not turn your child into this child. He's mine and I'm keeping him.

Brothers and Babysitting

We watched a couple kids on Friday night. Kaith read the little girl's shirt, "It's My Brother's Fault."

"Her shirt has a pretty mean compliment on it," says he.

At the Sprinklers

We made a splash at the county water park over Memorial Weekend.

A Little Piracy

Arrgh, maybe!

Kaith lost his two front teeth within a few days of Cory having his tooth pulled. We laughed and said he and Dad were matching pirates. Kaith's permanent teeth were growing in fast, so we had to take this picture right away before we forgot about it!

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Happy Mother's Day

Cory gave me cold cereal in bed. Miriam colored a wooden box with markers. Trevor gave me a card that said, "Dear Mom, please let me be a missionary. From Trevor. I love you." Kaith gave me a hug.

Happy mother's day to the mother of my husband, and the mother of myself--with very different mothering styles, but, hey--we like the results! And in honor of the mother who made up so much of what I am, I remember Books My Mother Gave Me.

Super Germs

Kaith's super powers have been weak the last week. We finally took him to see the our nurse practitioner, not because his temperature was high (most of the day he didn't have any) but because it was lingering. She did a quick lab test and . . . the super germ is Streptococcus. That's right. We're dealing with strep throat. Thanks to the super drug penicillin, he'll be back to school on Thursday.

So, Grandpa W., are you rethinking whose bed you're sleeping in Wednesday night? It's not to late for us to borrow an air mattress.

Trevor's Love Letter

Trevor put sunflower stickers all over a sheet of paper, drew his own lines, and then wrote me a love letter. He wouldn't let me see until he was done. This is what he surprised me with (spelling and punctuation have been standardized):

Mom you are beautiful and you can cuddle. The end. Wait, there's more air. The end.

Trevor informed me that the "more air" section was the joke part.