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...because my kids have been really cute lately.  And we've done some fun things lately.  So I wanted to jot a few notes down.  Then I 'll get back to the slide-show-travelogue-of-the-future.

So the other day Layla said to me: "Mommy, can I have knowledge for breakfast?"

ahehe, where did that come from?  I don't know.  But a simple no wouldn't suffice.  We settled on having it for lunch instead, since it was mid-morning and breakfast was past.

  Sometimes she gets reeeeally mad at me, and then she yells, "DIE!!!!!!!".  I truly don't know if she actually is saying "die" or if it is a coincidence, but that's some coincidence, eh? 

As you probably know, Layla is 100% Spencer.  She is a natural-born hoot-n-holler-er.  Seriously.  She will just start screaming and cheering for anything that makes her happy.  If you've ever heard Spencer when he's excited... chuckle, chuckle....

Campbell.... oh, campbell...  here are some quotes from her (with a warning that they are rife with rudeness):
     Listening to a song in the car, "Mom, is that a tuba?" 
Me: "Uh, yes, I think so..." 
Cam: "Mom, I fink a tuba sounds like a buuuutt".  She says it like that kid says "blood" in that old youtube video, remember? like the "u" sound is like a long grunt almost. Oh, and we are NOT allowed to say that word in our house, so you can imagine my shock.

(I got out of the shower one day to see Campbell, who was very proud and excited to show me this.)

     Another time in the car, "Oooops, sorry, Mom.  I 'fowted' (farted) in my buuuuuutt."  Me: "Campbell, where did you learn those words?  We don't ever say those words, they are not polite.  Who taught you to say those words?"   Campbell thinks about it, "Mmm, I fink it was Jejush (Jesus)".  

After suspecting it for a few weeks, I've concluded that Campbell thinks of Jesus like an imaginary friend.  She has been known to blame Him for things, to insist He doesn't get sat upon, etc.  I've decided to be more explanatory about our relationship with Jesus. 

Cadence is growing right up.  Ahh!  I can barely stand it.  I can also barely stand to have to keep her busy all day everyday, now that school is out.  Well, I love it, but it's hard...  She is serious about chore lists, though.  Give that girl a list of chores and she gets in the zone.  She rarely complains about chores and is a hard worker most of the time. 

As you know, she's also serious about her wardrobe.  The pink-punch-in-the-face above was her outfit (and hairdo) this morning.  All her. 

This morning I got an email from soon-to-be-Aunt Fan asking what colors and sizes of traditional Chinese dresses do the girls want.  I asked the girls what colors they wanted and without further guidance received these replies: Cadence: coral, Campbell: turquoise, Layla: "pink".  They were all quite sure and came up with it on their own.  I thought it was fitting for my girls.

Here's a little part of Cadence's prayer the other day, which I thought was cute: "...And please bless us to always have the opportunity to play, and that we won't get sick for 2 years.  Or 1 year if it is your plan...."

 Oh, little Clives.  You drive me crazy.  And you are so cute.  And your little faces make me want to freeze you with a freeze-ray and keep you forever in a little glass case so I can keep you in my purse and you'll never grow up...

Oh, was that a little creepy?  I meant it like a normal person...  yeah...