The Haircut...

Matt and Daddy come home from gettting a haircut. Matt has a little baldy look and his hair is super short.
Me: Oh Matt-Matt, you got a haircut!
Him: (nods head in agreement)
Me: Well who cut your hair?
Him: A lady...
Me: A lady? Was she pretty?
Him: Yes...
Me: Prettier than momma?
Him: Yes (nods head)
Me: (silence)
Him: But I love you better mama.

Hugs! (maybe looks really aren't everything)

Quite possibly TMI, but it's funny.

Scenario: Matt runs around the living room and yells out to me, "Poop! Poop! Poop!" and I rush him into the bathroom. Moments later he is seated and begins some slight uncomfortable grunting.

Then Matt looks up at me and says, "Mama, that was a hurt poop."

He's so articulate. :)

For the record...

Chloe handled her first day of kindergarten like a pro. She was on time, ate breakfast, got dressed and was in good spirits.

Alan and I spent the first hour with her in class, meeting her teach and such. Chloe put her hand out upon meeting her teacher, Mrs. Gannon who admired Chloe's pink converse and said that it was something they had in common. :)

Chloe put away all of her school supplies in the areas provided, filled out a personality sheet on things she likes, etc., and then traced out and colored her ABCs on a couple of handouts that were provided.

After that, Alan and I had to leave. Chloe got sad and slightly teary eyed, mostly because of all the other kids and parents crying the classroom. A fellow parent and spy told us that Chloe did fine and started coloring as normal once we left. Whew!

We're so proud that Chloe is already learning so much and is such a wonderfully bright child. We have so, so many high hopes for her, her happy new life, and long lasting happiness.

Matt making me smile...

While watching Chloe get numerous strikes while playing Wii Bowling, "Holy my moley! Holy my moley!"

When summoning Grandpa Ray, "Hampa! Hey Hampa, don't buy Diesel. He's mean! And I love Thomas so so much!"

In Dreams...

For the past week and a half, Matthew calls for me when he wakes up and asks me to lift him off of our bed. It's a high cherry wood poster bed that's too high off the ground for him to reach himself. I'm usually nearby working on my laptop and am happy to oblige.

I'll tell him good morning and give him a kiss on his cheek. Then I'll ask, "Did you have a good sleepy time?" To which he always whispers a gentle, "Yesss." And I'll ask, "Did you have any dreams?" He gets an enormous smile and nods his head. "What did you dream about, Angel?"

He confessed that he'd dreamt about Emily and Thomas the first three mornings that I inquired. On the fourth, he said he'd dreamt about Emily. "Not Thomas?" I asked. "No. Only Emily," he gleamed as he responded. I've since concluded that he really loves Emily. More than his other engines. More than Thomas, Rheneas, James, Ben, Rosie, Molly and even his beloved Lady.

On the fifth day we were in the middle of what was becoming our latest routine and I asked, "What did you dream about, Baby Boy?" To which he replied, "You." Then he poked my belly with his finger and smiled.

That was last week, and I haven't stopped gleaming since.

Splish-Splash

It has been extraordinarily rainy and grey thus far for a June in Colorado. Amid the thunderstorms and rainy afternoons, Matthew has definitely taken to the silver lining among the coulds. I was on my way to drive into the office when Matt, Chloe and my folks returned from lunch. They all ran from the car to the open garage to escape the rain. Then Matthew turned around. He screamed and smiled and shook his head in a crazed fashon as he ran out into the rain. He was genuinely having fun. Then he found a corner puddle and jumped around in it and splashed around as he sang and laughed. Then Chloe wandered out and before I knew it we were all jumping around in the rain.

From that moment on, I have not complained about the weather, I don't roll my eyes at the rain. Those former dreary looks are instead replaced by a reminiscent smile. Thank you Matt!

Chloe and Matt have been ill with coughs, pink eye and runny noses since last Thursday. Today Chloe threw up after eating a piece of chocolate from Easter and got red dots all over her face and chest. She broke a blood vessel in her left eye too. Alan picked her up after work and panicked. He called the Dr. and insisted they see both of the kids today instead of the appointment scheduled for tomorrow.

When they all got home, the kids crashed out on each of the couches in the living room. Then Chloe woke up and said, "Mommy, I want you to hold my hand." I said, "Ok baby girl, I will. Why do you want me to hold your hand?" "Because I don't feel good." Then she clutched my hand tight while she rested. A sigh of relief ran through me to know that she still needs me, no matter how briefly.