Today we received an email from our good friend Paul Wagner that simply said:
"I demand more blog pictures... you need to talk to Jen. :-)".
Admittedly, it's been a bit since I last posted pictures, not for lack of cute kid moments. I suppose I just go in spurts. So in an effort to appease the masses, and by "the masses" I mean Paul, I tried posting a few pictures of the kids... but unfortunately I couldn't get the program to work. So, sorry Paul, you're out of luck for today. I did, however, manage to upload a short video of the kids once again dancing in the kitchen:
So hopefully, that will hold Paul over until I figure out why our pictures aren't loading properly!
Also, I don't want to forget some of the funny things Claire's been saying lately, so I posted some of our favorite "Claire Quotes" from the last couple months:
Leaving for church Sunday morning, she yelled out, "Has anyone seen my car keys?" She must have heard that a time or two!
Claire sings A LOT. Sometimes they're songs she's learned. Other times they're songs she's made up, like the one I overheard her singing a while back: "Daddy knows how to do anything. We love him so much. We need him to come home. We trust him." She really loves her daddy. Can you tell?
Joe had his hammer and nails out to hang a picture for me. Claire walked in and asked, "Dad, what did you ham?" So update your dictionary: the new verb form for using a hammer is "to ham".
Joe was telling me at dinner about an email we had received detailing some of my sister Kelsey's adventures in Israel. Claire looked up and casually said, "Daddy, that's a boring story." While a cute comment that made us chuckle, I was a bit concerned where she heard such a phrase. When I asked her, she said, "D.W. said it to Arthur, and then Arthur said, 'Mom, D.W.'s being a pest.'" I knew exactly which storybook she was quoting from. The older Claire gets, the more she amazes me with her ability to quote movies and books, a skill she gets from her father. Joe quotes movies he saw one time ten years ago!
I was explaining to her that after she leaves her bedroom she needs to turn off her lights. She said, "Weelll, I'm not sure about that. I'll just ask Dad when he gets home." Apparently I don't have much authority in terms of conserving energy.
And, for those who may be interested, some bonus material from our dance party:
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