I love listening to Jackson talk. He has all these little “Jacksonisms” that continually crack me up. When we’re driving home, he always asks if we’re going to “ours house”. If he cleans his plate, he asks if he can have “beezert”. He tells us what he “yikes” and what he doesn’t “yike”; he “yikes” to wear his pajamas all day but he doesn’t “yike” it when he has to wear khakis. Last night, as he and Sunny were cuddling before bed, he told her, “Mommy, I yike you da best.”

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I want to remember how excited my kids get at the little things. Last Friday night, we took them to Krispy Kreme to pick out a donut. When I told them the news, the sound they made was louder than a Justin Beiber sighting at Claire’s. Today we drove through the car wash and they were SO pumped. Truth be told, I still enjoy driving through the car wash myself.

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Last weekend, my mother-in-law kept the kids while Sunny and I attended a banquet in honor of a good friend. Nana was talking to them about prayer and she made the comment that God always answers our prayers. Abby Kate instantly spoke up and said, “Oh no, Nana. He doesn’t.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, I lost a toy the other day and I’ve been praying and praying that God would help me find it. And He hasn’t. So God doesn’t always answer our prayers.”

Looks like Abby Kate hasn’t learned that “No” still qualifies as an answer. Then again, I have a hard time with that one myself.