How quickly they grow

A few totally random tidbits from last week:

Zoe told Jason the other morning, "Daddy, here are your choices. You can dance with me or do something else fun that we like to do together." We usually say something more like, "Zoe you can choose to stop throwing a fit or go to time out." Proof that she's much sweeter, I suppose.

And Sunday after we picked her up from her class, I asked what the story had been for the day. Here's what she told me. "There was a man that got hurt by the robins. And There was a man come by and he had to go to a meeting. And then another man couldn’t help him. And then one more man come and he helped him and he took him to a hotel. And he put a band-aid on him. And he told all the people to keep him better. Jesus says we should act like nice people." And we thought she wasn't much for listening.

Addie, not one to be left out of the story, told Daddy as he left yesterday, "Bye, bye. I uy you," which we're both positive was "I love you" in Addish.

And lastly, today we got all good reports for number three from the doc, and even saw some wonderful pictures of precious toes, legs, fingers, and ... was that a third leg? We'll know better in a few weeks, but are happy all's going well so far : )

The Smeller's the Feller

You knew if I (Jason) was ever in charge of the blog it'd be about gas, right? As the Daddy on Duty this past weekend while Jenny relaxed in Northern Georgia with Cricket in their mutual great-with-childness, Zoe and I had some fun times talking about gas. It went like this, "Say excuse me, Daaaaddy." "I didn't toot Zoe, you say excuse me." And again, "Daaady, when you toot, you have to say excuse me."

After a few rounds of that methane-accusing banter, we realized that Addie was on the bed with us tootin' up a storm. She was smellin' them and dealing them as fast as Zoe and I could blame each other. Addie didn't say anything, but she turned up her lip in a knowing way each time the toots came. In the end, the old adage holds true that she who smelt it dealt it, even if she never said a word.

In a separate (but related) tooting story, at some point over the weekend I must have actually let one slip. Zoe, used to helping with poopy diapers, bellowed, "Somebody's got poop!" "No, Zoe, excuse me, I tooted," I sheepishly admitted.

All in all, we had a great weekend bouncing on the bed and eating pizza and playing at Grandma' house, gas notwithstanding.

[I (Jenny) must add that although I don't really think I like the idea of blogging on my beautiful baby girl's flatulence, J breezed through three days wholly alone with the girls, which is more than I do, so I'm figuring he's earned the right to blog this week. I had a wonderful and relaxing vacation with Jen in Georgia, where I gained a recipe for peanut butter pie that the family already loves. The photo is of Addie "helping" me make it today.]

Camping

Last Wednesday, we were feeling adventurous. J had one week with no responsibility, so we decided to use the opportunity to the fullest. We took the girls camping to a nearby lake, and though the whole trip lasted less than 18 hours, it was full of new experiences and quite an exhausting adventure.

Zoe says, "We went camping with some different friends [strangers with kids who camped nearby] and the Brians and some [aforementioned] different friends and played with them [in the playground by our tents]. Aunt Susan taked us on a hike. We saw white signs and yellow signs and the number five [trail markers]. We walked in the grass and on a little bridge. But Carter didn't want to go anymore but he changed his mind and he went fast fast fast and I telled him to wait up and he did. After that we ate chips [and steak, potatoes, asparagus, and spinach dip!] and we sat by the fire and ate fire and marshmallows [also known as s'mores] and read books and went tee tee in the grass. It [the whole camping experience] was plain old fun!"

Although preggo Mom was tired for a day, Addie gained an unidentified rash, and Zoe was pegged as the sweetest for parasite attacks, we're better for having "roughed it" for the first time all together. And we enjoyed a happy weekend hunting for swimsuits, ticks, and Royals victories, eventually finding all three elusive items. Nice when you get what you look for...unless you're looking for ticks.