Overheard

Putting Natalie to bed one night, I snuggled next to her and joked, "Natalie, tell me all your secrets!"

She told me very seriously, "Mom. I can't tell you my secrets. Secrets are not to tell, they are to NOT tell."

Me: "Well, tell me your dreams then."

Natalie: "Nope. It's the same thing as a secret."

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Owen while rocking before bed:

"Cockey (which is how he says hockey) blah blah blah (words I couldn't understand) Daddy blah blah BLAH BLAH GOAL!!!"

I think he was recounting a hockey game on the driveway with Daddy. He is crazy about hockey right now. He wants to sleep in his hockey gloves, which poses a problem as they are not the most conducive to easy rest...imagine brushing a stray hair out of your face while wearing hockey gloves. OK...his hair doesn't really get in his eyes, but you know what I mean.
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And Liam's new pastime is reading street signs, and then hollering out directions when you least expect it. For instance, we'll be driving along quietly, minding our own business when all of the sudden he'll shout, "Share the road with bicycles, Dad!!!" Or my favorite, when it was still fairly warm out, "Watch for ice on the bridge!!!" I guess it's always good to have another set of eyes keeping us on track, as long as he doesn't cause an accident by scaring the daylights out of us with his sudden outbursts.