Olivia came to me:

“Mommy, can you get a piece of paper? We need to write a list so we don’t forget anything!’

This is only funny if you know Wyatt and that he is CONSTANTLY making lists.

Upon this request I text Wyatt and asked him: “Is it genetic?”

Later:

When picking up the kids from an afternoon at grandma’s house, Olivia gave me:

A book.

It was her idea, grandma told me, to tie her colored pages up into a book with some yarn.

This is only funny if you know me and that I am always making books (check out the art projects section of this site).

It is definitely genetic.

Calvin was up:

way past his bedtime – so late in fact that when Wyatt and I lay down with him in our bed, I fell promptly asleep.

Cal continued to fight the sleep demons, and played with daddy.

“Knock knock”

“Who’s there?”

“Daddy”

“Daddy who?”

“Daddy I love you.”

Talk about melting daddy’s heart. Wyatt even had to wake me up to relay the story, which I hazily noted for future blogging.

We are now in that knock-knock stage of life. At dinner, on drives, during sacrament meeting: the kids are constantly telling us knock-knock jokes,  you know, the ones that aren’t funny, but are followed by minutes of uproarious laughter. I asked Wyatt how long the knock knock stage lasts. He guessed till the fifth grade. We have many years of knock knock jokes to come.