nearing dusk, Carter's letting his mohawk "grow in"
Last night Carter suggested that he might be getting too old to call me Mommy anymore. "Do you think it's about time for us to start calling you 'Mom and Dad'?"
Noah's response (I loved) : "Nah, I tried that once. It didn't sound right. How about when we're teenagers we'll stop saying Mommy?"
Then later after his shower he walked out of the bathroom with his towel around his waist and my heart went boom (and then poof squish from the explosion.)
I sat on my bed with Ivy between my crossed-legs and I combed out her wet hair. I can't even begin to tell you what a treasure it is to sit and comb my daughter's hair, straight down her back and then it curls up again. It's such a small thing, but not. Not at all. Some days it's everything.
She is such the only girl among men. I keep meaning to mention how she calls her swimsuit a Trunk.
One night before school started up Jeff told Gray he'd be the man of the house again, and should help keep watch for Mommy. Later he told me he really wished we had a pet buffalo to take care of us, in case some bad guys came in our house, 'cause he's not very big, but a buffalo is.