Noelle and I are coloring in a Dora coloring book when she begins explaining. She's coming into her own in maturity, being vocal, putting together sentences, and having original thoughts. I was coloring a large butterfly and she was coloring a little one, if you can call it coloring with scrawls and long strokes out of the lines. She has sweet thoughts, and she has a lisp.
"The baby butterfwy is orange and this big one butterfwy is her mommy."
Ainsley
The kids and Calvin were playing a watered-down game of baseball. Jayden was at bat. Alayna, Noelle, and little 3 y.o. Ainsley were outfielders, sort of. Well, Ainsley stepped on something and hurt her foot. Calvin carried her to the tailgate of the pick-up near her dad Rusty. He began checking her out. But as kids are wont to do, "No, don't! It hurts! No!" Finally, he talked her into letting him put on a bandaid.
"A chicken bandaid?" she cried.
"Yes, I have a chicken bandaid, right here in my wallet." Ah, Dad's come prepared.
After a bit of ice and a bandaid she finally went off to play. So, this morning I did a video call to see how she was doing.
"How's your foot? Does it hurt? Is it fine?" her mom asked her.
She happily shoved her shoe into the camera lens. I got to see the white sole of her shoe not her foot, LOL, and then she stuck the other perfectly white sole up into the lens.
"Yea, I'm 'ooing fine. Wook at my ah-er one."
Noelle
Noelle the next week, was talking inside the house while I was outside on the deck. The kids had the craft bucket out, both boxes of crayons, some rolled onto the floor, 3 packages of magic makers, washable ones, 3 pair of child Fisker scissors, and a couple of glue sticks. She was done with her Toothless, Light Fury, and Night Lights picture from How To Train Your Dragon. But it had to be immortalized.
"I gwued wall. So I can stwick it!"
Yep, it's still there. I'm scared. I'm scared the paint will come off stuck to backside of the picture, oh boy!
Alayna
Alayna had a tablespoon of my homemade chili in her bowl, taste testing to see if she liked it.
She did. She paid compliments.
"It good. It not spicy."
She's only 4 but very adult-like. With another spoonful coming to her lips she nodded her head in the positive.
"Jay should definitely try this. Can I have a whole bowl of it?"
Ah, sweetness to my ears! We have a winner!
Jacob
I was watching the chickens, one purched atop, some slipped out of the fence; Clint's family has lots of chickens. Jacob was walking at my side going towards the fancy coop Clint had made.
I said, "Jacob, they're everywhere!"
With little boy voice, and using his little boy hands making imaginary pictures in the air, he talked. At one point he demonstrated by smacking himself in the face .
"Ya, and we eated the rooster! He just hit me in the face. So dad said we eated him."
Jayden
"Come on, you two, follow me," I said to Jayden and Alayna while carrying 3 pair of Jersey gloves.
You can't give 'em too much information about what you're doing or they will balk, argue, try to weasel out of it.
I gave them each a pair of soft black gloves and put a pair on myself as we traisped across the newly mown green barn yard to the truck loaded with tree branches. The branches needed thrown off onto a burn pile.
So, they followed me, but Jayden is older. Jayden is wiser. He piped up.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
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