Don't let me fall, Dad!
What a smile!
We love playing with Grace!
When you ask him to spell his name, Micah says, "M...C...line-dot-i...A...H"
Trying to think of a snack that was acceptable to both of us, Conner's face finally lit up with a grand idea. "I know!" he said. "I think I need some self-control. How about pineapple?" I guess the expression on my face said it all, because he went on to say, "On the poster in Ms. Tammy's class, the pineapple is self-control." Must be the fruits of the Spirit...
Bret had just gotten home from playing raquetball the other day, and was as usual, very sweaty. He stopped on his way to the shower to play karate with the boys for a minute. Upon touching him, Conner said, "Eww Dad. You're all wet."
Bret acknowledged him and said, "Yes, I just got finished exercising."
"Oh," said Conner. "You mean that's exercise water?"
When I went to pick Micah up after he spent a week at Gammie and Poppy's house, he ran to give Conner a hug. They shared a sweet little brotherly embrace, and then ran off to play on the playground. "Wait!" I exclaimed. "Where's my hug?" expecting Micah to come give me one. Instead, he looked at me, pointed to the other side of the room, and said, "Over dere." Then he ran off and disappeared into the slide.
Conner has a stuffed animal that is a monster. Some of it's body parts come out, and they have pictures on them -- like bats in his brains, bolts in his stomach, you get the idea. (Yes, kind of gross!) When Conner pulled out the heart the other day, he seemed to notice for the first time that it had a crack in it. "Oh," he said. "No wonder this monster looks so mad. His heart is broken because Jesus isn't in it."
And as a bonus: