This is us. These are our kiddos. And life is teaching us that each day together is a time to be happy! Not to say that we spend each moment of each day bursting with the giggles. But at the end of the day, when we add up all the moments, it seems to be the giggly ones that stand out.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Card Sharks
During all the hospital madness in August, Courtney turned his girls into quite the little card sharks. Lately, they can often be found gathered around a stack of cards, playing the latest game he's taught them. A favorite is "war". This is Dad's favorite, because once they get started, he says they can play forever. This comes in handy when he's looking for something to entertain them while he's trying to catch a football game. A few Sundays ago, I found the girls had included Claire in their card playing. (You'll notice the "Patriot" gear Claire is wearing. Dad & his girls made sure she was suited up to cheer on the Patriots in the Sunday night game. ) 

Too big for my britches!
It's tough being a big sister!
Emmy doesn't know quite what to do with herself now that Ryenne and Kate are in school. She's become my little shadow! I realize that she's never had much opportunity to play by herself, because she's always been the little sister. Now that they're gone, (Claire doesn't yet offer very much in the way of a play mate) she's a little lonely! She can't wait until the girls get home from school, and then has a hard time being patient while they do reading, homework, practicing, etc. This morning I dropped the girls off from school. As we were turning the corner to go home, Emmy told me, "Mom, I think it's time for them to come home now."

The other day I was doing Emmy's hair when she nonchalantly mentioned that Jesus had visited her in her dream the previous night. This, of course piqued my curiosity, and I asked her why he came. She told me in a matter of fact voice, "He says tomatoes are bad for you. And I think he'll come to tell you that too." I called Courtney at work to tell him the good news. He hates tomatoes, and has convinced the girls that they taste like dirt, no matter how much I try to teach them otherwise. I figured they'd all be rejoice at Emmy's revelation. However, later that day when I told Emmy to tell Grandma C about her dream, she whispered in my ear, "It didn't really happen".
I guess I'll keep working at my tomato campaign.
Claire & Bridger
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