Today, before I brought the boys to Steve's jobsite, I had some work to do in the office. As I noticed it was rather quiet, I went through the house wondering why. There were all three boys in the master bathroom. Josiah had a razor and was putting it back in the toothbrush holder. So now I can say that my son, who is almost three, has started shaving. He has razorburn, and I have been applying cream to it all day... it really does hurt. But no cuts.
They grow up so fast, don't they?
And yesterday, Micah was hungry. By the time we were fixing dinner (spaghetti), and Micah found out what it was, he stuck to the stove and kept saying "faghei, faghei." Poor little guy. As soon as he knew the food was ready, he hurried to the table, started climbing into the high-chair, and awaited his next meal - EAGERLY! He ate more than I did.
Noah loves to pray at the end of the day. When it's bedtime, we all kneel around Micah's bed, put our hands together, and they try to recite along with me. (You don't know how hard it is to keep three little tykes focused enough to recite a simple prayer, but they're learning.) Noah says, "Now way, down wheep, down wheep, down wheep." Apparently, his favorite part of the prayer is down to sleep. I look forward to when they can say the whole thing. Then I'll have to figure out the next thing they can learn. It sure is cute to hear them mispronounce things. I must enjoy it while I can.
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