Things that make me smile.

The boys are always saying the funniest thing or doing something that just makes me laugh. So in the midst of the chaos that often exists in our house, I want to take a moment and remember the times that just make me smile.

Silas: he’s into saying “Humongasaur!” (from Ben 10) and proceeds to fight some evil. He’s also really big into turns. he is always saying “my turn!”

He loves taking his medicine. Begs for it. If you leave some on the table, he’ll eat it. He always runs up expectantly in the morning, “med-cine?” Whether it’s a vitamin or a bitter malaria pill or antibiotics- he loves them all.

He’s now in a big boy bed. The transition was basically flawless. He just comes out in the morning without waking his brothers. He walks up to us with arms wide open and a huge smile and gives the best hug, with a little pat on the back. It makes my morning. I love it.

Kenan:

This boy has become a talker. He lives in his own world and moves to his own beat. Even at school they say he just does his own thing. Not in a bad way, but just in a he thinks life should move about the speed of a turtle kind of way. He talks to everyone. He’s a sweetie.

Kenan has really started eating a lot. Even though he is smaller in build, his belly is quite round. The other day after eating two quesadillas and a glass of carnation instant breakfast (with whole milk), he sat up and said, “my belly’s full…I think I can roll on it.” He proceeds to lay down and roll back and forth on his basketball belly. Quite funny.

The great conversations in the car to school have continued this year and now Kenan joins in. The other day he said, “I know why God made finger nais. He made finger nails for opening presents”.

Tuesdays the school has PE. They have to wear blue and have tennis shoes. Most kids in his class don’t have tennis shoes, but just wear sandals. This isn’t out of the ordinary, even grown men play soccer in essentially a shoe that’s like jellies. So as he was headed to school with his shoes on he said, “Black girls and black boys don’t have tennis shoes. I think they have ‘em …they just can’t find them….they just can’t find them.”

Dawson went through a stage where he was saying things like black kids are dirty or various things like that. I would always tell him that wasn’t nice and wasn’t acceptable to say. He has done much better and I haven’t heard him say things in a long time. So the other day they were talking about whether “this country” had STOP signs. Dawson said that we did. Kenan thought that they were only at “grandma’s house” which is how they refer to America. Then Kenan said, “STOP signs at grandma’s house are clean but STOP signs here are dirty.” Dawson quickly chimed in and said, “Kenan, don’t say that, that’s not nice.” At least he is learning! J

Dawson:

We’ve started a new rule in order to help the boys have motivation to learn French. If they can tell me four new words from school that day then they can have ice cream from this little stand on the way home (it’s not great ice cream, but they love it). So they were trying to say their words yesterday. Dawson came up with “Adam et Eve” even though he said they were the same but just different. They came up with numbers zero through 6. Not realizing, this was technically more than 4 words, I asked them what washing their hands was because I knew they knew this. Dawson says, “oh yeah, laver les mains…because she says “Laver les mains. Va à la classe. Poser le tete sur la table.” (wash your hands, go to the classroom, put your head on the table). I was shocked. He really is learning French and doesn’t even realize it.

The other night we were talking about how the Bible is God’s word. I said that God told men what to write and they wrote it down. He looks at me and says, “did He draw the pictures, too?”