I have a 16 chapter Critical Care textbook that I will be tested on in one month...
I have more garden produce to be processed...
I have more apples to be made into applesauce...
instead let's talk about,
Lincoln kissing my belly and saying, "I like your tummy, Mommy"
Roman, waiting for the "S" in Awana Sparks, and announcing "Sparks" as something to be thankful for
Deacon: "what's this on the table, Mom?"
Me: "Daddy's Basil".
Deacon: "what is it called again?"
Deacon: "I thought for a minute there was a kid in my class named Basil, but turns out it is Liesal".
Berean is our master re-arranger. She is always putting stuff in cupboards, shoes, laundry baskets and ice machines and than cackling with glee. The other day my mom called me because she found one of our portable phones in her purse after she got home.
Berean also thinks most animals are ducks or dogs.
Roman, upon seeing the snack of blackberries and whipped cream: "I've died and gone to Heaven"