Whenever something goes wrong, Piper blames Emerson.  The other day I remarked on the stinky smell in the room.  "Em dit it." Piper declared.  "Em did what?" I asked.  "Em poop it in my diaper."

Today I caught her throwing her peas on the floor.  I clapped my hands to get her attention and started walking that way.  She squirmed in her chair a little and then said, "Be gentle with me, Mommy!"  The cat will be glad to know our efforts to teach gentleness are beginning to stick. 

I love my job!


Giggling today as I was reminded of a day at Lake Tukelnuit.  The kids take daily (often twice daily) trips to the general store and return with baggies of penny candy.  They allowed us parents to tag along on one particular trip and on the way, Ryker was inquiring as to his limit.  Not liking to enforce unnecessary restrictions, I suggested he just use his good sense.  He is eight, after all.  He emerged with a three scoop monster mint ice cream waffle cone and a rehearsed speech designed to explain the sensibility of it.  It was a great effort.  Fortunately, Daddy likes mint ice cream.


Tonight was the night I thought to delete this blog. Instead, I've spent hours reading each post; laughing, crying, loving. And so I begin again. I need to have on record as many memories as possible because I fear one day my memory may fail me entirely. I have a feeling this blog may take on a different form for the simple reason that life is busier than it was even five short years ago.  I think I will just see where it takes me. Or rather, where I take it. 

Ryan called, as he does when traveling, and caught the kids just before bed.  He wished one happy third grader and one crazy excited kindergartner a super first day of school.  Miss Piper was not to be forgotten and had a chance to talk to Dad too.  "Hi Daddy!" she shouted over and over and over.  Eventually I asked for a turn.  "My ton (turn)!" she asserted while wrestling the phone from my reach.  Piper loves phones and shoes.  She loves her daddy too.