Around the House

While there have been stories worthy of telling, most of them involve people who don't live in my house, so I don't feel comfortable sharing them here. Otherwise, we're in one of those times in life where it's good and busy and just not much to tell about, so I haven't blogged much. However, I have collected some quotes from around our house and life that need recording for posterity. 

"Mommy, my head not working." - That's how Luke told me he had a headache when he had a nasty cold right after school started. He loves school, and he tells us all about it at all the time. It's so different with him. Ella only gave up a few details in conversation, but she played and played school and reenacted everything so we knew exactly what she was learning and the classroom politics. Luke just tells us. He sings songs that I never heard Ella sing but I know she learned, he seeks out the letter  and number of the week and points it out to us excitedly, and he tells us all about who did what and what his teacher said that day. It's so weird to have a child so forthcoming with information.

As we watched Ella at soccer practice one evening, Luke was trying to engage a little girl in play but she was busy watching a video on her mom's phone. He kept walking up and watching over her shoulder, then coming back to me to tell me to ask her to play. He wouldn't ask her himself. Then this conversation happened.

Me: He's stalking her, but he won't talk to her.
Dave: That's what we do.

Interesting. I never pegged him as someone who would be hesitant to talk to a girl, but we did know each other for years before he actually asked me on a date.

"It's hard to live without a mama for a week!" - That was Ella's protest when I was preparing for my business trip at the end of September.

"He can find me by looking for the trail of sparkles I leave when I walk. I can find him by following his footprints." Out of the blue, while following Luke down the trail to Bulldog Bridge after the football game, Ella revealed to us that she is, in fact, made of glitter. I suspected as much. Sugar and spice? Meh. Glitter? Absolutely.