Not too tired/busy to notice...

Just this evening:

Hannah likes to hold my hand sometimes when she's sad in the car.  This can be tricky depending on where we're driving.  Tonight, when she started to cry because I couldn't hold her hand?  The best, big brother in the whole-wide-world said, "Here Hannah, you can hold my hand."

And she stopped.  And we rode like that for miles and miles.

So seriously sweet.

*****

While we were tucking Hannah into bed, I called her Hannah Bear.

She looked at me and said, "I'm not Hannah Bear."

"You're not?"

"I Hannah."

Just like that.  She's now trying to get rid of my nickname for her.  And I'm not having it.

*****

Jack is loving school.  Loving it.  He thinks it's awesome, and every day, he comes home and tells me about the new things he's learning without me having to ask.  He's learning the days of the week and the months, he's learning the names of various coins, he knows when his birthday is and what country and state he lives in.  He's soaking it all up, and I'm so happy that he's so happy.  It makes my mommy/teacher heart soar:)

*****

Yesterday, I borrowed a book from Jack's bookshelf to read to my class.  I did it under the radar so that he wouldn't be upset, and since we don't read it very often, I knew I'd be able to return it before he went looking for it.

After we tucked Hannah into bed, we went into Jack's room, and I asked him to choose a story.

"Let's read that book about the bear that gets tricked."

"Which bear?"  (thinking surely he's not talking about the book that I borrowed, we have lots of bear books)

"You know...the one with the vegetables?"

My inner monologue - "Oh my goodness - how does he know I have that book?!?!  I have no choice."

"Oh, Buddy, I borrowed that book to read it to my class, and I forgot it at school today, but I can bring it home tomorrow night."

Jack: Completely devastated and bummed out, almost didn't want to read another story before bed.  He finally settled on Bear Snores On, another one of our bear favorites.

He caught me red-handed.  And wanted to read that book tonight just to see what I'd done with it.  He's so, so smart.  And absolutely nothing gets by that kid.  Nothing.

*****

So even on what felt like the longest day, and when I'm so physically and emotionally exhausted - these things had to be documented.  They're just that good.

And a video for your viewing pleasure:

{Video: Hannah reads Everyone Poops}

Good night:)

Getting What I Deserve

Here are a couple of videos I've taken of Hannah Bear.  The first one was taken this week - our tiny tot learned how to say, "I miss you," and it was just too cute not to get on tape.

The second is actually a video that I took in February, but then I completely forgot to share it.  Remember when I told you that Hannah Bear squeezes her baby girl thighs and says, "Chunky, chunky"?  Here it is:

And getting what I deserve?  This evening while Hannah and I were cuddling on the bed and watching TV, she gathered the skin around my knee and whispered, "Chunky, chunky!"

Guess I should've thought that through before I taught her that!

The Things They Say...

We'll come back to the fact that Hannah has croup and is simultaneously cutting four teeth and that we haven't slept in days, but for now, if Brad and I don't write these stories down, we'll forget.  And we can't forget - they are too cute.

*****

While driving Hannah to Grandma and Grandpa's house on Friday, Daddy was explaining that she was going to spend the day with them and that they were waiting to snuggle with her.  Matter of factly, Hannah replied, "Okay," from the back seat.

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Tonight, Jack and Daddy went on an adventure.  They had a late-night birthday party to attend, and when they came home they were full of stories.  Apparently, while they were driving around, Daddy asked Jack, "Buddy, do you think I'm old?"  {Side bar - Brad saw a picture of himself the other day that he didn't exactly love.  He thinks he looks like an old man...}

Immediately, Jack responded, "No."  {Daddy already felt much better.}

"Well, who's old?" Daddy asked.

Jack, without missing a beat, replies, "Goats."

Daddy busts out laughing, not only because of the ridiculousness of the response, but because he immediately understood Jack's logic.  He thought he'd ask for clarification.  "Why are goats old?"

"Because, they have those manes and {stroking a fake beard on his chin} those long beards."

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Somehow it came to our attention this evening that Jack calls buffalos, buffalopes.  And he was completely serious.

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Today, I asked Hannah if she wanted me to put her socks back on cause her feet were chilly.

"Yep," she said.

Everything is "yep" right now:)

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While playing the animal game before bedtime, my animal was an Emperor Penguin.  Our game went something like this:

Daddy - Do you live in the water, on land, or in the air?

Mommy - On the land and in the water.

Daddy - Mommy doesn't know where the animal lives.

Jack - Do you hatch out of an egg?

Mommy - Yes!

Daddy - Are you like a crocodile or an alligator?  {I think he determined that perhaps I wouldn't know what a reptile is...  Please, does he not know which house I live in?}

Mommy - No.

Jack - Are you a penguin?

Mommy - Yes - what kind of penguin am I?

Jack - One of those penguins with the noodle hair {fluffing the front of his hair up tall}?

Mommy - A Macaroni penguin?  Good guess, but I'm not a Macaroni penguin.

Daddy {incredulously} - Noodle hair?  Did you tell him that's why they're called Macaroni penguins?  Because their hair looks like noodles?  Buddy, that is NOT why they are called Macaroni penguins.

Mommy {laughing} - I did not tell him that.  He came up with that all on his own because they have big yellow hair like noodles.  That's pretty creative.

Jack {smiling} - She didn't tell me.  That's just what I know:)

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Thank goodness these children make us laugh because otherwise, we may not have survived the last five days.

Now I must sleep.