Proud Mama

Sometimes I need to jot these things down here, because I'm not so good at getting them onto paper.

My oldest

Said:
"Those clouds look really low, like I could jump into them. They look like cotton candy. When I have a hang glider I'm going to fly into the clouds and see how they taste — and, I *will* have one."

"Do you know why I come and get into bed with you in the morning? Because I want to see my brother when he wakes up."

Wrote:
His name on a chalkboard, when asked to by a prospective kindergarten teacher, while being assessed. My first child's first test — I was a bit of a nervous wreck.

Drew:
A gnome — his fourth representational drawing of a creature. This has been a long, challenging process for him because he wants things to be perfect. The lesson we worked on was, that — if you don't like it — you can try again. We went through many sheets of newspaper. We also made a compromise, where I did the cutting and he did the drawing.

By my littlest

Said:
"Fabric" and "Gnome." They are two of his first twenty or so words. That makes me smile. So does seeing him wake up.