"Voovie"

This morning I was getting the kids' breakfast ready while the boys were running around underfoot in the kitchen. Sophie's door was open and she was stirring, but she was still laying in her bed. Blake was in a full panic once I started putting food on the table, worried about his sister not getting breakfast. He started frantically running to her doorway and yelling "Sophie, come on!" then running back to the table. It came out sounding like "Voovie, 'mon!" It was the first time I've heard him say her name, and it melted my heart. He finally seemed at peace once I roused her and brought her to the table. Sweet.

Another funny thing happened last night at the dinner table. I noticed something drop from the sky and a flurry of activity near the front step, and realized it was three mallard ducks. The kids were excited to see them, and were yelling "Duck! Quack! Quack!" A moment later, Brent and I froze in shocked uncomfortable silence when we realized that they were...um...ahem...making baby ducks. Right outside our window. While we were eating dinner. I mentioned three ducks? Two boys, one girl. It felt...WRONG. I'm blushing AGAIN as I write this.

I have more pictures to post of the parties from last week, and of the final "fingerpainting artwork", per Christy's request. I'll get them on here soon!