Saturday, November 20, 2010

The Little Things

Some of the little thing are hard to turn into long stories.  It doesn't make them any less important.

Watching CSI the other day Avery said, "He's dead.  Somebody killed him."  She's three.

This morning I walked into the kids' bedroom to Avery building our house with blocks, and Isaac yelling for Daddy to pick him up.  It was a perfect moment.

Devon suggested we make Jerk Turkey for Thanksgiving.  It reminded me, yet again, why I love her so much.  No, it's not just that we're both foodies.  She followed it up with a joke about jerking my meat.  But it's not just the sense of humor either.  She just fits perfectly with me.  That's the best way I can put it.

Isaac barely made a mess last night for dinner.  That's incredible.  He's growing up.  But not really.


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