April Chronicles

Kiddo Anecdotes:

Addie's latest doctrinal ponderings have been about a possible favorite color for Jesus. Maybe it is all colors. (mom: good thought. He used all colors when he created the world. I bet he liked them all). What if he only used his favorite colors, and there are more that he didn't use. But we don't even know them because we only know the ones he used on Earth?!?! (you got me there. What if?)
I also overheard her informing her siblings at dinner that 'all things are chicken. Even people have chicken in them." Chicken is a generic term for meat at our house.

Quinn's word of the month is "awesomest." The real bone tickler in her use of the word is how fast she says it. Say it as quick and enthusiastic as you can. That's how she uses it. It has an almost 'Napoleon Dynamite casualness' feel. If only you could see her riding her 'sweet' bike she'd gladly show you her 'skills.' which she refers to as her 'awesomest tricks.' One thing about Quinn is she always spends more time explaining things than actually doing them. Her first awesomest bike trick is to stand up while she pedals. "even Addie can't do that trick." The second awesomest bike trick is to pedal with no hands (even if that means using your wrists to steer sometimes). The third is a sparatic back and forth steering to make a snake pattern.
All of this she can do, and yet, she hasn't quite figured out how to use the brakes. We're working on it though, and when she gets that down, it will most definitely be the fourth awesomest bike trick. She turned 4 this month and had the awesomest "Q-U Heart" party. She chose the theme, thanks Grandma for making it happen.

Enoch's choice words and phrases this month took on a disturbingly slang sound. They include "wuck a heck" (what the heck-which he distinctly got from Addie). "Dang it!" (Quinn's curse of choice) and "hoe-we moe-we" (holey moley-picked up from Nana Tana). All exclaimed with full emotion and impeccable timing. It's a bit frightening to hear, but it makes us laugh. He also has this way of saying "O-kay" with the perfect mix of disappointment and consent. Half a sigh and half an agreement.

Jean is a little dear, who is still figuring out the world. She can gulp more air than any baby I've ever cared for and it causes her a lot of grief. She does not like to nurse to sleep. She does not particularly like to be rocked to sleep. She does not like to sleep when she can hear the kids playing. And she does not like the pacifier. But amazingly she does sleep. We just have to make sure to burp her for long enough and lay her down in the perfect drowsy 'window' of opportunity. She spends the majority of her life in the double jogger and a car seat. She likes to be on the go (a person pretty much couldn't survive in this family without that trait).