"Dats not right!"

So today, I was helping Caed put his shorts back on. Right leg in, left leg in and hoist. There we go... now why is that so tight. Then a waddle waddle here and a waddle waddle there... "Hey Mommy...dat's not wite!" OOOPS, both legs down the same hole! I have to say I'm glad it happened just because it was so cute to here him say that!

Other Caedisms include "Kisses" where upon I must stop everything I'm doing and stoop down low for him to kiss the side of my check (I love that, well except when the snot comes with it.) There's always the dinner gate too. He will randomly shout, "Close my gate!" and clamp down his hands and mouth, and will not open his mouth for another bite until you say, "Open your gate!" Then giggling, he will open both hands and his mouth. If you put a bite of food in, he won't chew it until you order him to, "close his gate." It remains cute, only because he does it every once in a while, and it doesn't go on for the entire meal. Caed likes to parrot his brother, and when he feels slighted he crosses his arms, furrows his brow and says in a mean growly tone, " I so very mad," or "I so super mad," or "I so angry." Which it's pretty easy to tell him you love him anyway because again, he's just SO cute!

Braden has completely amazed me over the past several months. Two weeks ago he came home with his first spelling list (in Kindergarten...crazy!) and he aced it. That was impressive, but even more so, his handwriting looks like it came straight out of the manual! He's reading books on his own and even offered to read part of the devotion the other day. I can't help but think about working for TWO years to try to help him learn to write his name ( I HATE the letter B!....) Guess it's a good thing I wasn't set on homeschooling!

Ashlyn still sings her "Jesus" songs, which are made up and sometimes involve the people or items in the room and other times incorporate her thoughts on how people should act and what might happen if they don't behave, and always end up some crazy statement like, "Jesus, You Rock!" Hilarious. She still is my snuggle bug at 4.5, but can get her feelings hurt and turn into what I refer to as "Miss Sassafras." I enjoyed taking her to see my father graduate in DC last weekend, and she is already wondering if we can go back and do it all again on Saturday. Oh, if only I had that much energy!