I got a crack too...

So Evie discovered that she has creases in the palm of her hand.  She seemed extremely amazed by this and wanted to show everyone.  We were in the car heading to my parents house when she said "Mommy, I am going to show Nana my crack."  I was puzzled and said "Your crack, what is that?"  She held her hand up and pointed to the creases in her hand.  Ok, I thought...that's fine.  

So, we arrived at Nana's house and she jumped out of the car yelling, "Nana, see my crack?  Nana, see my crack?"  My mother looked puzzled too until she realized it was her hand.  Of course, Stetson was jealous that Evie was the center of attention that he jumped out of the car, ran over to Nana yelling "I GOT A CRACK TOO!" as his pants fell to the ground.  

Stetson can write his name at 4 years old.

Packed up and ready...

So my son has a very creative imagination.  But I have to share a story about one of our many conversation about daddy.  Of course I have explained to them that they have a very special "daddy" because he lives with God instead of us.  Stetson and Evie still have a hard time understanding this concept.  They see a lot of their friends who have divorced parents and spend their weekends with mommy or daddy.  So Stetson comes to me one day with his Spiderman backpack slunge around his shoulder saying, "Ok Mommy, I am ready."  

I was confused and said, "What are you ready for?" 

"To go to Daddy's house...I packed up all my underwear."

I giggled and tried to explain...but just the fact that is backpack was filled with underwear and nothing else made it impossible.

 

We were blessed to have a wonderful visit from my best friend, Joey and her baby boy, Boston.  We just got back from taking them to the airport and Stetson and Evie are so sad to see Baby B go and to be honest, Mommy was sad to see Joey go.  

We miss you already Joey and Boston!