29 July 2006

My office is in the basement and Emily has her tricycle down here, riding in circles and singing. I just decided to type up what she was singing.

Keep in mind, she’s four, and she sings with passion and feeling. Here are the lyrics:

I don’t understand
Why did you let go of my hand?

And my name is Lover,
My name is Lover.

I don’t understand,
I won’t let you down,
I will understand you too.

I won’t get you hurt,
And all that I am saying,
That I do not hurt you today.

Tooooooooooooo-DAY!!

I promise I wont get you hurt,
I promise I won’t let you down
I won’t hurt you anymore
If you again do the same
Won’t you do the same

If we’re the same we’re still friends
A nice family together,
Together my friends.

…she’s going on & on. It’s pretty funny!

Yesterday we’re driving through town and Emily (6) sees a flock of pigeons.

She thinks for a moment and says, “I bet if those birds didn’t have legs and couldn’t fly, that I could catch them!”

Emily aka “Honesty is the best policy”

She’s playing on the computer and starts laughing and says, “I’m having so much fun that I’m forgetting about my family!”

Should I laugh at that??

Joe aka “Manipulator”

Today he fell off of his tricycle, which the kids ride in the unfinished part of the basement. I look over and he’s laying there with the bike on top of him, all tangled up. He’s bawling so I pick him up and cuddle him and do the “You’re okay” thing.

Finally he calms down.

A few minutes later he goes for his bike again and, just as I turn my head, I see him lay down on the floor, pull his bike over on top of himself and start crying!

That little turd!!