Danny wakes up every morning and says, "Mommy..... Mooooommmmy....." How lucky am I that he doesn't climb out of his crib and waits for me to "rescue" him each day. I'll miss the good ol' crib days when we move him to a big boy bed!
Danny loves to talk - especially in the car. When we get in the car, it's non-stop. Like I just pushed "play" and then it goes and goes, and goes. A little energizer bunny. He also has a little song that he has been singing all week long - he made it up and he wiggles his tongue back and forth while doing it. He tells me that he likes his song. So do I.
Cole is constantly trying to figure what Jesus created and what man has created. So, a VERY typical conversation in the car is, "mommy, did Jesus create mud, or man? Mommy, did Jesus create electricity?"
I want to remember him asking me these questions - day after day, after day.
Cole announces to anyone and everyone (including a random lady in Wal-mart last night) "I'm a scientist, a scavenger, and a spy." He is constantly creating potions. I wish I could somehow direct this energy into useful potions (as in cooking things that we can eat), but for now, it's all about soy milk, water, and something to make it a new color. These potions make people better, help owies, and have even been professed to help someone close to death. He is definitely a scavenger, still. Constantly picking up little things everywhere we go. Some things are kinda cool - most are junk and garbage in my eyes. Luckily, he asks me if he can keep them (the majority of the time). I usually tell him to toss the straws, spoons, and anything that a person might have licked before it found his hands. He assembles these items into inventions - lightning sticks, keys to magical places, etc. As for the spy thing - that's news to me. I wonder how he's been spying.
Hunter has been the busy guy this summer. He's on the rec swim team for our city this summer - a first for our family. We spend our Saturdays sitting next to pools to watch 3 minutes of swimming (or less) - and he's loving it. He practices at the pool daily - and gosh, could I do laps for an hour every day? No, I don't think I could. He mowed the lawn for the first time last week - he's celebrating and so are we! He has participated in a sports camp and also been involved with a hip-hop boys dance class. That last one surprised me. They promised to work on the "robot" and cool moves for just boys - and he wanted it enough that he was willing to pay for a part of the class. I love how financially smart this boy is - constantly saving and yet, when he decides to spend, he'll get what he wants. He had his choice of any toy at Disneyland and he chose a little "Etch-a-sketch" - telling me that he'd always be able to take it with him in the car and remember his trip to Disneyland. He is such a sweet and incredibly thoughtful boy. I keep telling him how grateful I am that he still holds my hand. He exclaims that he can't imagine not wanting to hold my hand. I mention there will be a day and age when such things won't be mine anymore, but I'm grateful for them now. I can't believe that is nearly 9 now - I'm still getting use to 8!
PS - Do you remember this glorious occasion when everyone was excited to get dressed and match each other? I didn't even dress Danny - Hunter did it!
