Ethan made his own safe, creative fun place on the floor in his closet. He put a few of his favorite toys in there, along with blankets and pillows. He's been sleeping in there for three nights so far, just a little bit away from the bunk bed that he and Kevin share. He loves it. It's such a funny, little boy thing to do. It makes me laugh, and I know it's a small stage that will pass.
Reading the 'magic tree house' series to the boys at night. They love it.
Kevin loves three things; dinosaurs, transformers and Lindsey Stirling, the fun violinist. He loves to cling to my leg, very much like the youngest girl on Despicable Me, while I walk around the house, dragging him with me. He is a giggle box, with an endless supply of laughter. Cracks us up.
Brooke sings and sings. She loves to try on shoes. She pretends to talk into an iPod, like a phone. She's talking more. She's becoming quite a young woman, expressing her desires quite vocally. She loves to show me something, saying 'Mama, see? Whoa!' So darling.
Ethan and I talk on the walkie talkies a lot. He plays outside and we'll talk back and forth. I like to be silly and say 'Shepard to lost sheep' like on Dukes of Hazzard.
These are a few things that I don't want to forget. Love my kids. There's still tough days, of course, but it's fun to see the sweet moments.
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