Yesterday a friend came over with her two kids and we worked on some shirt designs for the conference. She has a boy who is about Calla's age. Nice boy, really. It was a good afternoon considering my kids were so tired they could barely handle themselves.
When daddy got home Calla was so excited. "Dad! Look what that boy taught us!"
Honestly, I don't think it EVER occurred to my girls to go down the stairs like that.
Because they are girls. Currently they are obsessed with drawing and coloring. Calla is teaching herself how to write the alphabet, which I find phenomenal.
Grace is practicing, too.
But you get a boy over here, and suddenly they are sliding down the stairs head first on their front sides.
I'd better hide the sleeping bags next time a boy comes over. I've heard those are popular items on stairs.
Oh, in fact I think at our first house in Washington there was a hole in my wall where a boy's head went through it when he was sliding down the stairs head first in a sleeping bag. Actually, I know there was a hole in the wall because of that. But Brent fixed it.
True story. And if anyone ever tells you that boys and girls are not different, tell them they need to go to preschool for a day and do a little observation of the two different genders.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.