Madigan was telling me his memory verse, but only got part way through it. Daddy decided to fill in where he left off with, "for..." Madigan confidently exclaimed: "5!"
I love that the boys enjoy having company over as much as we do. I can't tell them we're having company until just before the company arrives because, as with all things Tiger, the exuberance of excitement leads to laps around the kitchen to the detriment of anything/everything that might get in the way, including Paugie. This morning, Madigan decided we needed to broaden our general sphere of influence and announced that we should have the police car (and officer, I suppose) come for waffles. When it went cruising on by our house, sirens blaring, he wailed despairingly for me to stop the police car and give it waffles. So, now I guess my next task is to befriend a police officer and see if I can bribe him to make a friendly stop in the neighborhood for waffles.
"Hold you, Please". I don't know if it's the honey colored curls, or those dreamy eyes looking up at me, but when Pauge says those three words, it's not hard to stop whatever I'm doing to oblige.
This morning, I woke up to the little brown bear saying: "Mommmmmmmmmmmmmy, where are you? Where are you? (and then wishfully), There you are!" Squeal of delight and then, repeat.
When "those big brothers" come running up to give Lochlan a face-full kiss, he coos his approval with a big smile. He's so tolerant of their antics... clearly the third born!
As we were were driving away from the house, Lochlan was vehemently wailing protests. Tiger looked at him sternly and said, "Baby Lochlan, quiet. Don't wake the neighbors." Kills me!
Our family moto: "It's always a good time to cuddle forever" (inspired by our little brown bear).
And our latest gardening experiment (thank you, Tiger): Gravel "seeds" in the garden. We'll let you know how it goes!