....Kyra riding her bike without training wheels after just one "supported run" with Matt and a few minutes of coasting with her feet along the ground....
....Kyra and Lucas both attempting to tell knock-knock jokes with their 5 and 2 year old sense of rhythm and comic content....
Knock Knock.
Who's there?
Tree
Tree who?
Tree, tree--bucket truck, won't you cut down me?
(Insert roaring, belly laughter here! While I appreciated the sing-song, poetic nature of this joke told by Kyra as we drove to school this morning, I do think we need to work a bit on her environmental sensibilities!)
....Lucas's perpetual challenge to my belief that anatomy is NOT destiny. With words like "shoot" and "kill" coming from his mouth despite no exposure to TV, day care (no longer since he's home with peace-loving Daddy) and bigger children, I'm honestly starting to wonder....
....Kyra recently discovered the word "damn" all on her own. While we've explained that swears are adult words for very strong feelings and reactions--words we are very careful about using around strangers--she is having a great time trying it out at home. Remind me of my amusement and complacency when her "words that rhyme with bam" game becomes "words that rhyme with truck...."
Pure love!
