Last weekend we went to Merrie Acres. We spent an afternoon there one day last year so I suppose it has become a family tradition even though we came home without a pumpkin. Really, the kids just want to play in that corn box and I don't blame them. It's ingenious. Merrie Acres is closed for the season but please keep them in mind for next year. Gabe and I sit on rocking chairs and the kids run around and play for hours.
But that was last weekend. What else has happened in a week:
Tulip asked me to teach her how to write her name in "cursidge" and I held her hand in mine while she held a pen and our fingers swirled around in loops on paper.
Tulip also asked me if I've ever heard of a boy named Justice Bieber. Sigh.
Luna has the sniffles and is constantly looking for her "hanker-wiper" and I'm so grateful that she wipes her nose on something other than her sleeve.
Wolfie learned the phrase "cut the cheese" and I admit I giggled like crazy the first time he said it. So you can imagine what an event that phrase has become. Oh, and both his sisters say it just about as often as he does. But he did refer to Tulip as a "beautiful girl" so he's totally off the hook for, like, forever.