Let Me Count the Ways

I have to say, I just love Alexa, Andrew, and Doug.  How could I not?  They're cute (or handsome), funny, smart, entertaining- the list could go on and on.  But here are some things that I have been particularly loving lately.

Doug- I love that I can share my observations with Doug when I am people watching, and he doesn't tell me to behave myself, karma will get me, or that I should be kinder.  I love that he helps me find other people to observe that I might have missed.  I love that I can be myself, voice my thoughts (that aren't always nice) and he's not telling me to behave myself.  Oh sure there's way more I love about him, but that's definitely one thing I really love.

Here's the tractor

Andrew- I love that he knows- almost instinctively- how to press Doug's buttons perfectly.  Andrew can make Doug mad- simply by teasing him.  They can be sitting together watching NC State play football and suddenly Andrew will say- "I don't like the Wolfpack.  I like the Tarheels!"  And suddenly Doug is annoyed Andrew's snickering because he made Doug mad.  The other day Andrew said, "I love to make Dad mad!"  I had the complete wrong reaction- I snickered.  Mostly because I know he loves to make Doug mad and he's really really good at it!!!

This is what we do with nerf bullets

Alexa- she's such a scientist.  Yesterday she discovered that when he drops one of the pot lids on the floor, they make an awesome sound, while they rotate on the floor.  However, they only make that sound if you throw them in just the right way.  So she sat on the floor for 15 minutes trying to get the lids to make the sound.  She was patient with it, and determined, and so doggone cute!!!!!


She is a fish!


Comments

  1. It's funny to me the Andrew likes to make Doug mad. My girls are always saying just the right thing to make Brian happy. You know, telling him that they love the Raiders and hate the Broncos.

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