I hope that this message finds you all well this fine day. :) We're all doing well here in Texas. The boys are especially grateful that I was finally able to fix our Wii yesterday (the DVD drive had gone bad and they were going through Wii-thdrawal). All three of the kids are getting so big so fast! William's feet are almost as big as Jenny's now, and he has way outgrown his Sunday clothes, most of his school clothes, and, much to our chagrin when he first gets up in the morning, he has just about outgrown his underwear. (We're planning on doing some shopping for him this week.) I can't believe he's turning 7 in a month! Michael is just as happy and bouncy as ever. In fact, the poor guy has been catching a lot of flack lately for jumping. Jumping on the couch, jumping on the recliner, jumping on the bed, jumping on the chairs, jumping on the table, jumping during meals, jumping during movies, jumping on books, jumping on the backpack with the laptop inside it, jumping, jumping, jumping! :) He's just so happy and full of energy all of the time that its amazing. He's really excited to be going with Jenny on a trip to see Nana, Grandad and Aunt Mandy this weekend without the rest of us tagging along. He does tend to get overlooked a bit since he is a perfect angel (except the jubilant jumping) and the middle child, so we are trying to go out of our way to do special stuff with him whenever we can. And then there's Carly.
So, several days ago Carly decided that she needed bangs. I'm experiencing physical pain just telling you about this. :( Yes, she gave herself a rather... interesting hair cut. Jenny did her best to fix it, but... <sob> Anyway, she has done some other very cute things recently to make up for this. For example, the other night I asked her to say the bedtime prayer and she cheerfully agreed. She then proceeded to say the prayer while rolling (with her arms folded and her eyes closed) all the way across the living room, and then all the way back again! :) At one point her tummy must have been pressed just the right way because there was an audible release of bodily gases. And all the while she was very cheerfully saying her bedtime prayer. Needless to say Jenny and I burst out laughing when she finally finished praying. But she was adamant that she had been reverent because she kept her arms folded and her eyes closed the entire time. At church today her primary teacher (who lives right across the street from us and is a good friend of ours) was chuckling when she told me that during class Carly had said: "Teacher, my Mommy loves me Thiiiiiiisss much (stretching on her toes to reach as high in the air as she could with her little hands) and my Daddy loves me this much (holding her hands in front of her about three inches apart.)" We had a good laugh about that one too. :) (Right before church she had given a similar description of her perception of her parental adoration, but with the measurements reversed.) Also, a few days ago I poked my head in her bedroom where she and Michael were quietly playing to praise them for doing so, and her head shot up from behind her bed with that expression on her face that you instantly recognize. You know the look. Its the look that immediately communicates the message "Have I been caught?" Well, I walked over to where she was sequestered and looked down, and at first I didn't see anything, so I started feel a bit relieved, then I noticed some white stuff on her dark shirt, so I asked her to go change her shirt, then, when she stood up, I noticed that she was holding a toothpaste bottle. Uh oh. Yep, she had toothpaste on her shirt alright, but it didn't look too bad, oh wait, there was a little on the floor too. I went and got some wipes, then came back, then I noticed... IT. Yes, she had slathered a quarter-inch layer of toothpaste over three-quarters of one of her plastic baby dolls! I scolded her and bent down to pick it up and in the process put my hand on the lever of the recliner in order to support my aging frame on the way down, and immediately my brain registered something out of the ordinary. Normally recliner levers are not that slimy. I mean, you expect small flecks of slime on just about anything when you have little kids, but this was a full-grip slime. Needless to say I had a minty-fresh handshake for the rest of the day. :) I couldn't help myself, I started laughing. This immediately cheered Carly, who came over and gave me one of her patented Carly-hugs. If you haven't had one, they are amazing! She wraps her small arms all the way around your neck, hugs you close, kisses you lightly on the cheek, whispers "I love you!" and gets out of any punishment she should have gotten. Yes, being Carly certainly has its advantages!
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