


Ok, so I know I always put way more pictures on here than writing, but that's mostly because I'm not the world's best writer and never feel I have anything entertaining today. But this is actually worth mentioning: Oliver, my sister Allison's oldest boy (pictured with Owen above), has from the very beginning of his life seemed to be a bit ahead of the game. He is not even 2 yet but he can count to 19, sing just about any song you request, has extensive imaginary conversations on the phone (conversations that include full sentences and go something like this: "Hi Holland! Uh-huh. Owen's here and Auntie Jen's here and Baby Jack's here and Mama's here. Yeah. We're playing with trucks, Holland. Yeah. Ok, talk to you later. Bye!") He can do a whole bunch of other impressive things, but the point is, Oliver seems to be REALLY smart. But even knowing that, today the little twirp completely surprised me and brought tears to my eyes. So here's the setting: I was making lunch for the clan and was reaching for the raisins to put on the salad when I accidently knocked our container of strawberry Quick mix on the floor. Basically the entire container of pink sugar flung all over the kitchen floor. Yeah, huge mess. And...I was also really bummed because most of it went to waste. So as I was kinda frustrated and fuming and on my knees cleaning the mess up, Oliver walked up to me and in his sweetest voice said: "I'm sorry Auntie Jen." Ok, Oliver had nothing to do with making the mess. I was the one who knocked it over. Oliver was merely trying to comfort me and trying to show me the he felt bad for me. I don't know about you, but I've never in my life seen a 1 year old show empathy....and then express it to me. And I've been around a lot of kids in my life. He's a sweet one, that's for sure!


So you know how some people have the problem of losing socks in the wash? Well in our house, we some how have a problem with losing books. For three months we were missing Owen's very favorite book "Skippyjon Jones, Up and Down"...(not quite sure it will still be his favorite since he has changed a lot in the time it's been missing)...But....We found it. Today when C.J. was home for lunch, he noticed something peeking out of the side of one of our chairs. Lo and behold, there was Skippyjon Jones. Problem is, I KNOW I looked in every cushion crack in this entire house at least 10 times. But somehow, I missed it. Now we just need to find "Row, Row, Row Your Boat." Maybe it, too, will show up one of these days.





Something oh-so-exciting happened at our house today....the ice cream man came!!! To those of you who grew up in the city, this may be no big deal. But for someone who grew up in the boonies and had zero neighbors, this is SO special. Owen and I happened to be outside this afternoon and we heard the familiar tune of an ice cream truck coming down the road. Much to our surprise, he drove right into our driveway! I wish you could have seen how excited Owen was to see a truck playing music. Plus, he got to point to the ice ream he wanted (of course he chose Sponge Bob...the only one with a face). And then, to top it off, I just let him go at the ice cream all by himself (not something he gets to do on a regular basis). But the point of this all is that I really hope ice cream men are around forever. There's just something about it all that brings a smile to your face and joy to your heart...especially when you get to see your child experience it all for the first time.











