Monday, February 16, 2015

Pink, heart-shaped pancakes

One of the best things about having cousins so close in age is the sheer volume our family is capable of creating when together.

Well.  If not the best thing, that is perhaps the most noticeable thing.

No, perhaps the best thing is that all the children are at a similar phase in life, interested in similar things.  They nap around the same time, eat around the same time, go to bed around the same time.  They all love similar toys and books.  They are a crew of built-in friends.

On Valentine's Day, all five Hancock grandchildren had a sleepover at Andi and Boo's.

They ate supper, raced each other through the house, danced while Boo played guitar, and played trains, trains, trains, trains.

Just before bed:
(I feel a lot of sad feelings about Henry and Carter being one size from being too big for footie pajamas)

Oh, Samuel.  Always the life of the party.

After the shot above, Ella went down at the four left standing had Andi read them approximately 27 books.  Then they let me rock and sing to them.  All at once :)  Then all three boys sat on their beds in "the boy room" and chatted their little hearts out.  I expected to have to remind them to stay in be or stay quiet...but they just quietly talked for the longest time.  I remember nights spent with cousins, chatting late at night.  What a precious gift for these kiddos to share the same.


The next morning, everyone helped make pink, heart-shaped pancakes.


Except the girls :)  They supervised from the rug.

Henry was the expert with the heart-shaped cookie cutter.






After the pancakes, the littles danced the top edge of the sugar from the syrup off.

Pretty soon, we will have six Hancock cousins under five.  It's a party, and I'm glad to be invited :)

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Copy. Paste.

1990

2015

They've said the apple doesn't fall from the tree.  They have said that God just copy and pasted from 1937 to 1962 to 1987.  They have said that the similarities between my Pa, Daddy and little brother are just uncanny.

I say...good move God.  I like 'em.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Wordless Wednesday: Sleepy Samuel

Sometimes breakfast comes just a bit before you are ready to be awake...




Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Gotta write that down...

Ooops....it's been awhile since the last time.  Some of these happened kind of a long time ago!

While discussing god's omnipresence as I bathed the boys, Samuel was listing places and I was affirming that God was indeed there as well.  
Samuel: Is God in the museum.
Me: Yes, God is in the museum.
Samuel: Is God outside?
Me: Yes, God is outside.
Samuel: Is God in the kitchen?
Me: Yes, God is in the kitchen
Samuel: with Dinah?


(The boys are playing some complex game on the rug with all rules and stage direction by big, bossy brother.)

Carter: Samuel lay on the rug. 
Ok. 
No stop.  Lay quietly.  It's not time to quack.
Wait. 
Wait. 
Ok. Lay an egg now Samuel.

Samuel: May I have this mama?
Me: Yes. Thank you for asking first.
Samuel: And thank YOU for saying yes!
Samuel: Yay! Cookies for samuel? Thanks Mama! Do you have any vegetables for Carter?

The boys and I were making little protein balls.  I was rolling them and handing them to the boys to place on the parchment paper.  Carter was lining his up in neat rows.  Samuel was tossing his wherever felt right in the moment.  I asked Samuel if he could make rows too...
Samuel: I'm not really like that Mama.

Well.  That's true.

Samuel singing random words to random melody.
Carter: You're getting the words wrong!
Samuel: Give me a minute. I working in it!

Samuel has a favorite shirt.  It is a five dollar, cotton shirt from Target.  Simple green t-shirt with navy stripes.  He calls it his "cute shirt" and insists on wearing it all the time.  One day Susanna asked, "Why is that a cute shirt Samuel?"
Samuel: Because I'm wearing it!

Samuel: I'm sorry for hitting you Carter.  I felt really sad when I hit you. But I feel so much better now!

Samuel extolling the merits of his own body parts on the playground:  See! My hair is not falling down, it is staying on my head.  It is good hair!  See!  My hand is special to me! It won't come off!

We've been listening to Laura Ingalls Wilder books in the car.  They love the parts that talk about Pa's fiddle, so I pulled up a YouTube video of the instrument for them to get an idea of what it was.  The first thing that popped up was some Celtic mix highlighting a banjo and fiddle.  The boys loved it...
Samuel : This music feet want to drum!

I asked Samual to please stop swirling his water in his mouth. He responded, "But my water is playing merry-go-round in my mouth!"

Every day Samuel asks, "How older am I Mama?"

Samuel: "Mama, I call you Mama. My friend calls you Miss Teri Lee. Henry calls you Aunt Teri Lee. 
Wait, why does he call you Aunt Teri Lee? 
You're not an ant, you're a spider!"