When Nate daily suggests going to Chuck E. Cheese, or Kids Concepts, Bumpa's, the park, or Jamie's, that when I have to say no, he responds with, "How bout tomowrow?"
What a loving friend Luke is to others.
When Luke is getting dressed, and he grabs the ends of his sleeves so they won't crawl up inside his sweatshirt or jacket.
When my kids are in the back of the car, smiling and laughing with each other, singing "We Will Rock You" or "Don't Stop Believin" or anything by Oasis.
The way Nate says "Mommy!" at the end of every single sentence. "Okay, Mommy!" "No biting Mommy!" "Come heeyer Mommy!" I also love that he says "Rock and Roll-Roll" instead of plain old Rock and Roll.
When Luke says his ritual recitation- we have no idea where he got this or why he does it- at bedtime, when Scott leaves in the morning, and when I drop him off in the morning:
Bye, Love you, hope you have a safe sleep and a good sleep (or drive), hope you dream about Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, Bob Marley, the Abominable Snowman, and Buddha, bye, I love you. Love you so much I'm squished like a coinie (or smaller than a piece of dust) put all the bumps down and leave the door open. Bye I love you.
2 comments:
Wow!! Maybe Luke is the "Zen" child!!
Ya, ya, Bumpa! Zen again, mebbe yost ze influens of zat nasti Tiger Woots fella.
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