Wrestling

Being 8 months pregnant can be a little trying with boys, who just want to wrestle.
Me: "I am not a wrestling buddy. That's what Dads were made for."
Darin: "And cousins. Boy cousins."

Darin: Mom, is this duck tape?
Me: No, it's scotch tape.
Darin: Ah-ha! That's the kind of popcorn I like.

Prayer

I need to say the prayer 3 times... because Logan loves me.

At Easter, we get to dial eggs.

I see a Robin-Hood bird!

That's the rainbow that's leading us home.

More Voles, Maybe

Darin: I smell something.
Me: What do you smell?
Darin: More voles, maybe.

Ducks

We went to the country store today and looked at the baby chicks and ducks. We went to the ducks and I asked Darin if he knew what they were.
Darin: No
Me: They are baby ducks. Ducklings.
Darin: No, they are rubber ducks, actually.

Eating a Sandwich...

Good thing I have these helper hands here.

"All this fun-ness is making me weird."

Included in Darin's prayer at breakfast was this sweet line, 'Thankful for no bears eat us, and no dragons eat us.'

Goggles

"I want to look cool in goggles."

Voles

Darin was working in the garage with Spencer and came in to tell me he saw some vole tails. I asked where he saw them, and he said they were in their hiding spot. He wants to catch them and he told me, "I need to catch them...with some rope, or string...or water..." Apparently voles have nail clippers, too, because they brought theirs.