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…
From a few months ago… you can hear for yourself!
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. 
Miss Martha has been talking up a storm this last or month or so and it’s been a delight. One of her many adorable phrases is “So-o mu-uch.” I’ve been trying to remember a good example of it to share here, then we had this conversation earlier today:
We had just waved goodbye to her friend Millie in the driveway and were walking back inside…
Martha: “Da so fun” (that was so fun)
Me: “Did you have a good time? Do you love Mille?”
Martha: Uh-huh. So-o mu-uch”
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.”)
As she peeled away a hello-kitty bandaid from her knee,
“Praaaaaaaaise Jesus! My boo-boos all better!”
