falling in love

The last few days, I feel like I am falling in love with my children.

Falling.in.love.

Everything they say is adorable, all their play is fascinating and their minds are brilliant.

Last week I blew up balloons for the kids. Jack came into the living room where I was sitting and he goes, "Look mom! I'm a good jiggler!"  I was cracking up as he "juggled" the balloons haphazardly.

Today Logan was talking about how many kindness beads he got, and he needed to add two and two.  He couldn't, but Jack did, completely in his head.  Josh and I continued quizzing him, and he was able to do 3+3, 4+4, 5+5, 5+2 and more.  It was amazing. He would stand still, his eyes looking up off into the distance, and then he would spout the answer.

While Jack's math skills are apparently taking off, Logan's kindness has been growing.  We were on a bike ride Friday and Logan had hiked his bike up a hill.  Once he got to the top, he parked his bike and came back to help Jack.  "Take my hand, Jack," he said, reaching down to his brother. Jack grasped his hand and together they got both Jack and the bike up the hill. Once they reached the top, Jack goes, "Thanks, Logan." And Logan said to him, "Don't mention it."

On that same bike ride, Jack said, "Logan, look out! Four wheeler at twelve o clock!" I don't know where they pick this stuff up, but he was right- it was right ahead of them.

Logan approached me Saturday with the new shears from my Pampered Chef knife set.  He climbed up to the table where I sat, placed the scissors on the table and said, "Mom, when I get big, you're going to die and then I'll have to do it. I'll have to use these scissors cause I'll live here.  So you have to teach me."

I'm going to die?!?  While his argument, perhaps, holds merit, I opted not to teach him how to use the new shears that can cut through chicken bones.  I know. Worst mom ever.

Wyatt's new thing is asking us questions.  Lately it's been, "Are you big? I'm big. I'm big like daddy. I'm tall. Are you tall?"  And he will say his whole name, but he says it, "Wyatt Nathanial Cuddle-ham"-- pretty much the cutest thing ever!

Friday, Saturday & Sunday I was really sick.  Horrible stomach and head aches.  Sunday was particularly bad.  I laid on the couch most of the day.  The twins made me pictures to help me get well, and at bedtime each of the big boys prayed that I would feel better.  Each of the three also spent a fair amount of time snuggling with me on the couch.  They are such sweet, tender boys. I know Jack in particular was worried because he kept hugging me and holding my hand.  I love that sweetheart.

Bedtime in particular has been my favorite.  Reading stories to boys cozy in their jammies, snuggled up in my bed or on our couch is just the best.  Giving bedtime hugs & kisses, listening to their nightly prayers, melts my heart every night.

I am so happy to be settling in here at home and to be enjoying every day with these beautiful boys I was blessed with.

"If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, 
the entire evening sky would be held in the palm of my hand."