Chin Up Daddy

 

Just like Chicken...

Lee played kickball with the kids yesterday.  Lizzy fell over and scraped her scap off.  It started to bleed profusley.  Sweet Nye hovered nearby with a very forlorn look on his face.  He kept sticking his head in sidewise, like a bird eyeing up the situation.  He was so worried about her. 

This morning he pointed out her boo-boo. 
Lizzy looked at it and commented, "Yeah, it's just like chicken."
What?
"It has black on it."

(Think grilled chicken.)

Cookie!

I placed the food processor, a stick of butter, a bag of flour, and a bag of sugar on the counter.

Nye climbed up, looked around, and excitedly screamed, "Cookie!  Cookie!"

Apparently he's pretty observant of patterns or is just a future baker in the making.

Sticky Situations

What does $17 being wasted sound like?

-Giggles
-Slurps
-More Giggles (and to think I smiled from the other room at these first three sounds)
-A tattletell sister, maple syrup dripping off her braids, shirt, and face, saying how her brother poured syrup on the table.
-The creak of the couch as Dad jumps up to run over.
-The sharp intake of breath at the sight of a previously full maple syrup bottle toppled over--empty, a pool of syrup overflowing the plate, and a sweet, thick lake reaching halfway across the table.
-Wails of sadness at being caught.
-Rushing of bath water being poured on fulled clothed kids.

Sound about right?  Below: Full bottle of maple syrup--pre disaster.

Often Heard in Our House

Lizzy's new favorite song.  So beloved, that she jumped and her face lit up when a speaker at our church used the phrase "precious in his sight."  (Amazingly enough to me, it was 40 minutes into a sermon and she was playing with a friend, yet she still was listening enough to hear that small section of scripture and recognize it!)

Can't decide which is better...