car conversation

Last weekend we traveled to Grandparents Williams.

On our way we drove over a mountain pass,

where the elevations was 4000+ feet.

Snow mounded on the sides of the road and we

felt like we were driving through a winter wonderland.

The kids wondered why is was 60 at home and no snow?

We talked a little about elevation and how that affects weather.

(I know, I lived in Rexburg for 2 years!)
This seemed to satisfy their curiosity.

From the backseat we heard this declaration from Stella

"In this part of the world, when it's cold, it snows,

In our part of the world, when it's cold, it's WINDY!"

Yes, that about sums up the weather in our part of the world...

A photo, just because I'm nice.

talkin' to me

About an hour after the kids had been put to bed (and Sam had already had another trip to the potty), I turned to see Sam standing in the doorway of my room.

"Sammy you need to get back in your bed."

"Nope, cuz I gots to go potty."

"No, you don't, I just took you 10 minutes ago."

"Well, that's my problem, cuz my peep's telling me I gots to go potty."

"I just think you need to go to sleep buddy."

"Nope, that's not what my peep's tellin' me!"

Well, how do you argue that logic?

p.s. how do you suppress the giggles and keep a semi-straight face?

You gotta love that kid!

can we talk?

A couple of weeks ago, Stella and I went out to lunch. Just the two of us. It was a special day for her and I wanted to show her the she was special to me. We rarely get time alone, so this was an event. She chose the place and I drove...

On the way there she said, "Mom, will we have time to talk? Cuz I have lots of questions about things."
I replied, "Sure, baby. We'll talk."
She wanted to know about driving a car, my favorite food, what I did at her age, what kindergarten will be like, who my friends are etc. She thought of great things to talk about.

Our lunch went on in this fashion. Sitting across from each other, eating, talking, asking questions and learning about each other.

I had the most enjoyable time with her.

Since that night, as I pass her room, after tucking everyone into bed, I will hear a little voice say, "Mom, can we talk?" I go in and we chat.

I hope that I will always be able to say to her, "Sure baby. We'll talk."

I hope that she will always feel close enough to me to be able to share her thoughts and ask her questions.

I love you my Stelly girl...