Just now as I was supervising Noa as she got up from bed to use the restroom:
Noa: Hey Mom. Do you know Pakistan?
Me: Yea.
Noa: It’s blooding there.
Me: (confused, but I think I know what she’s thinking, since we’ve been praying for the flood victims in Pakistan) uh-huh
Noa: Can we look at a map and see all the houses there with the blood in there?
Me: (trying not to laugh), No honey, it’s Flooding in Pakistan. That means there’s so much water that it’s going into peoples’ homes so they can’t live in them. So many people there don’t have houses to stay in anymore.
Noa: Well, if they don’t have homes to stay in, they can come live here with us…
…we just need to stop what we’re doing and have a dance party in the kitchen.
*I’d just like to note that these girls have a Grandmother and Auntie (you know who you are) that give them a run for their money when it comes to dance skillz. It’s definitely in their genes. 
You may remember a year and a half ago, when I found a little piggy,
Or a year and a half before that when I found a little duckling.
I love all the little creatures that I find in our living room, and who call it home.
Who knew a duck, a pig, and a frog could look so much alike?!
Continue reading about The little froggy I found in my living room
After we left Eric at the airport and were driving home in the car, I was, I guess you could say, a little weepy.
Ok, I was full-out crying my eyes out, maybe even sobbing once or twice.
(I don’t handle separation from Eric so well…)
Noa and Martha were a little concerned. Martha kept saying,
“Mommy, you happy now?”
And Noa kept saying generic comforting phrases like,
“Mommy, don’t worry. Everything will be ok. Don’t worry. You don’t need to be sad. Everything will be ok. Don’t worry.”
Then, all of a sudden she points and says,
“Mommy, Look! At that sign! It says, ‘No big people allowed crying on the road.’”
I guess is served her purpose, I stopped crying and began laughing.
The other morning a little while after she got up, Noa:
“Mommy! My pull-up is dry this morning!” and a few moments later, “Oh, I just peed in my pull-up. Bummer…”
And this morning, Martha:
“My see-yol pilled! Bumma…” (”My cereal spilled. Bummer.”)
