The kids are doing so many cute things that I'm going to jot them down while my memory lasts, lol.
Recently, I took Lexi in my cart and shopped at the Walmart while Ed took the boys to look at "guy stuff." No, the following behavior wasn't cute but it is note worthy. I placed a mop in my cart. Lexi promptly pulls it so it is mostly in her little area up front, despite the fact that it is larger than she is. Next thing I know she is swinging it and telling people to "MOVE!" The little old ladies were laughing at her?! I was horrified. I doubt they would have found it amusing if she hit them with it!
During bedtime prayers, Eddie prayed that Jesus would give us 2 girl babies in my belly. Cute? Sure! Then he follows it with, "Jesus, one day when you are ready I will come to live with you in your cave." At first I thought he said "cage" and let it go for the night. When I repeated the story to my cousin, she asked if he meant cave? So, I asked him what he told Jesus last night. He repeated the story and clearly stated cave. It was then that I realized he was talking about the tomb and I explained that when Jesus rose he did not stay in the tomb/cave.
Travis is doing this cute squinty face thing when praying. He and Lexi both love to repeat grace about 10 times (not kidding) during dinner. In an effort to get Travis to talk more, I've asked him to start saying it. He lifts his face upward, squints his eyes, pukers his lips and remains silent, eventually he says, "EAT!"
Eddie and Travis were wrestling on the floor, literally rolling around when Lexi picked up the broom and started beating them with it, yelling "GET!" The boys then started yelling at me to make her stop (all the while still rolling around fighting). I'll admit it....I was laughing so hard that tears were coming down my face and I couldn't make her stop for a few minutes.
Today, after church Eddie tells me he received 2 scratches. I asked him what that meant. He said, "You know? My names on the board with 2 scratches next to it." I said, "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" His response was, "A good thing Mom. My friend was telling me secrets." I then clarified for him that it was not a good thing as he was not supposed to be talking in Sunday school but following his teachers instructions.
