Three Boys, Three Anecdotes

This morning Cubby came downstairs, gazed at me soulfully, and said, "All these nights, I've been dripping with love tears for you, Mommy."

I don't think they've been reading him Avalon romances at preschool, so I have no idea where the hell that came from. I guess it's a nice change from his usual, "Smelly pants" chant.

Charlie has the speech impediments common in two-year-olds. My favorite part of this, though, is the way he says, "Yeah." It sounds like, "Jah." My little Swedish chef amuses me hourly with this.

Jack, of course, isn't saying anything much yet (except for cooing, which is most excellent), but he has slept over nine hours a couple of times in the past week. Newborn award for him.