I am hungry/miss writing

one of last walks we took

I miss writing on my blog.  I miss the creativity and I miss capturing the slippery memories, so easily lost, of my children...  The funny things they say.  Like the other day I asked Asher what a promised land was... He started talking about cute little bunnies and how they would come and lick his face and it would make him laugh.  He is so intelligent and so creative... but it is so easy to miss in his flurry of words that bombard you in a moments notice.  If you aren't paying attention... it is gone before you know it and so are all the sweet little stories.

Isaac slept through most of it

Isaac, has reached this fun stage where... he doesn't really talk but he does have some random phrases that he uses... phrases that make you think he does know how to talk, he just chooses not too... or else we have not figured out what phonemes he is using to make his words... His most favorite phrase at this time is "What is this?"  He will point to everything around him, "what is this?", "what is this?" and just beam when  you tell him the words, as if he is hungry/passionate, thirsty for knowledge.  One of his favorite objects is the moon... well and the stars... when we leave magra and pagra's (grandma and grandpa) house late at night he will stare into the night sky and say... wa'st this?... wa's this?... one night he started to scream/cry because Josh put him into the car before he could finish enjoying his star gazing moment.  It was so sad.

what happens when mom doesn't pay attention... it ended getting in everyone's eyes... don't let your kids play with pepper :)

oh... and I lost the battery recharger to the camera ... again.  I have been FOREVER without a camera... or so it seems.

I am loving my classes... I love learning.  I love talking and sharing in class discussions, although I always regret something I may have said or not said (clarity).  After class, I always want to track SOMEONE down to share what I am learning, or what I wish I had said... or how I didn't mean exactly what I said... what I meant was this... But that can't always be done.

reaping the momentary benefits of spilled black pepper... moments later he paid for it, having to take a shower (their least favorite) to get all the pepper off

Josh is sick again.  I feel like the both of us are trying to be hopeful and prayerful, but watching warily, crossing our fingers that the chronic fatigue does not return.  I do feel though, that even if it does return we will be okay.  I refuse to be as weak as I was when he first became sick at the beginning of our marriage... I will be strong and do what I have to do, no matter what happens.  If I could have my way... I would stay at home and grow my children and a garden and maybe write a book someday.