Sam is brave enough to go down tall twisty slides (no big deal for some 2-year-olds, but a really big deal for him), has a vocabulary of a teenager (if you can forgive the "deedickilious" pronunciations), and a stunning power of observation. And he no longer says "waffa" for "lava". The volcano obsession continues.
Natalie has two upper teeth now to go with her two lowers. But it's funny to see that her uppers are not her two front teeth, which would match the lowers. Now her grin looks like some sort of funky zipper.
She is smart and funny. She still loves to go and do, but right now she seems a little less busy. She often does one thing at a time now, rather than a spastic collection of half-finished tasks. She is SO PRETTY.
We are all sick at the moment with some flu. Sam came to greet me a couple mornings ago and heard my hoarse voice in response. He looked thoughtfully at me and said, "I'm sorry you're not feeling well. I'm super sorry you're sick. I'll pray for you a lot. And I will get you an animal to help you feel better." He raced off and was back in a second with brown bear from the Eric Carle books. It was such a sweet thing to do...and I didn't even have to mention how I was feeling.
We just finished a weeklong visit from Grandma and Grabdpa Tractor. We had such a nice time. They arrived on Natalie's first birthday, just in time to announce that she seemed to be coming down with a fever. She was the first to get the flu. So far, Grandpa was the last. He is really sick right now...poor guy. While here he helped me build a headboard for my room and a bookcase for Sam's room. They are beautiful. It's a treasure to have them.
Visits from both my parents at the same time are rare and so sweet.
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