This past week especially, the girls have each made keen observations on my behavior/conversation. Not only have they all been true observations, they have all made me stop. And think. And realize a little more how their little brains operate.
A few days ago I posted how David came home to an exceptionally clean house. During my cleaning frenzy, Reese casually walked in to our bedroom and said. "Mommy. Who's coming?".
"What?", I asked rather distractedly.
"Who's coming to our house today?".
"Nobody. What do you mean?".
"Well...you have a candle going and the house looks really nice."
We made a trip to the grocery store during one of our cold, wet days last week. As I was buckling them all into their carseats with water dripping off my nose I exclaimed, "What a yucky day!".
Reese said, "No it isn't Mommy."
"Sweetheart, it is a yucky, rainy day."
She repeated, "No it isn't. God planned for it to rain so the flowers could grow."
After we made it home, I grabbed Tate and as many plastic bags filled with groceries as I could and headed up the stairs after the girls. They helpfully mentioned that I had left the door leading into the house from the garage opened.
"Well," I breathlessly answered. "I can't close the door because I don't have any hands!".
Drue didn't even skip a beat and in a reassuring tone answered, "Yes you do. Yes you do have hands Mommy."
Where would I be without them?