Friday, August 10, 2012

Little Things

Jedidiah is keeping me so busy I barely have time to write anything! Seriously, I turn my head for one second and he is up on the kitchen counter, in the shower, climbing on the top of the couch, digging through the tool drawer for his favorite 8 inch screwdriver, sneaking into the driver's seat of the van, or headed up the stairs to pillage his big sisters' room.

My favorite things these days: Jed's figuring out that he can make us laugh, and then he laughs along with us. It's the cutest. He likes to shrug his shoulders and squinch his eyes up at the same time (usually while we're eating dinner, so he has a captive audience). It always gets a laugh, and then he goes, "hahahahaha!" like a big boy.

He likes to give hugs (and the sweetest little pats on the back along with them) and big, open mouth kisses. He comes at you fast, so look out. He also feels sorry for his sisters when they cry (even if it's his fault - he bit Josie AND Adelaide yesterday, then said "boo-boo" very sadly and hugged and patted them.

He says boo-boo a LOT, as a matter of fact, since he's getting them pretty much on a daily (hourly) basis. He falls down a lot, since he's always running at warp speed to get everywhere. The girls guard him as much as they can. I love to watch Josie and Sadie helping him around and making sure he doesn't fall off the big rock, off the swing, the couch, the ottoman, or out of the jeep. Adelaide usually just pulls him around when he's messing with her stuff, but once in a while she saves him from danger and yells "NO JEDDY! YOU CAN NO DO THAT! IT IS DANGEWOUS!"

Josie and I have started playing tag where you just stand still and poke each other and say "tag." It cracks me up every time. When she has a "lucky day," she always ends up being UNlucky - tripping, falling, hurting herself, getting into trouble... she's decided she's going to start calling her turn at having a Lucky Day "Josie's UNlucky Day" and see if that helps anything.

Adelaide has stopped asking for Jingle Bells to be her bedtime song and now she wants me to make one up every night about Fairy Dust or Princess Crowns or Barbies or whatever she happens to be thinking about at the moment.

Sadie and I are having some head butting at the moment, it seems. She's really growing up - she's so tall and acts so mature sometimes that I tend to forget that she's only an 8 year old little girl. MY little girl. The moments that she wants to snuggle with me or cuddle or hold hands are getting less frequent - and more cherished.