I know, I am about 3 years behind in de-cluttering the kitchen counters. And my purse. And the van. And...well, you get the idea.
I found a few scraps of paper with things written on them, stuff from our trip and some Luci-isms, that I don't remember if I shared before. So here they are (maybe again):
Luci's newest song:
Rain, rain
Go away.
Come again some other time.
What she asked John about his trip to Afghanistan. She finally got up her courage to ask him this:
Did they shoot you in the engineer?
print-zel: pretzel to you and me.
4,346.9 miles: The length of our entire trip from here to there (Boise) and back, and mommy did not go crazy! (we are not counting that 50-mile stretch in Kansas)
Two: the number of throwed rolls that JT caught at Lambert's.
Two-and-a-half: the number of Ramona books that we've read so far, getting ready for the Beezus and Ramona movie opening on Friday.
Three: how many kids in this world are my absolute favorites.