Me: "Who has the best seat in the house, me or daddy?"

Adam: "Well, Daddy's is nice, but yours is best. Your's is squishier."

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Little Gratitudes

Yesterday afternoon:

~Ellie decided to teach Tessa math. She held Tess on her lap as they went over the numbers. “What is that?” “Thwee “Very good, Tessa! And 9+15 is 3!” (We’re gonna have to work on that.)

~Ethan set up a movie for the girls, un-asked, (of course he was trying to distract them from bugging he and Adam as they played, but I’ll take it) and suffered through the 10 minutes of movie-choosing hell that always accompanies such a task. "Shwek, no Staw-belly Sortcake! No, um, TINKLE BELL!"

~Tess sat on my lap for the movie, and at one point asked, “Mama, could you see good?” not wishing to block my view.

~Adam told me that he and Ethan made a pact not to play video games during the week days, so they could spend more time together playing on the trampoline and bikes. It was meant to be a secret.

~I wandered out of the kitchen apparently not looking great as I cringed from the fifth hour of my nightly killer headache. “Are you okay, Mama?” Adam asked with concern.

~Tessa washed my growing belly while I took a bath, "vewy gentwy", she tells me; “like when da baby is borned.”

Compassion. Affection. Empathy. Consideration. Gentility. Integrity. Generosity. All in one day.

They may not grow up to be serial killers, after all.


rebekahmott said...

I love the new saying. You have the swishiest. That is cute. It is nice to sit back and see life go on quietly and softly! I am happy you get to relax and watch.

julean said...

Serial killers? No, I doubt it. Therapy? Maybe.

I do love days (moments) like these. There are times when I look at our boys and think that we have a pretty good crew.

Bethany said...

lol. Please don't let my kids grow up to be serial killers. That's what we are all hoping for isn't it?