Each person has their own challenges in life.
The other day Chloe was trying to snap her fingers. She'd seen me do it before, and she was doing a very good job of mimicking my actions.
Chloe's learned a four-letter word. I don't know where or from whom she learned it, but oh, how I wish I could find out.
Chloe and Cole are special. Obviously I think they are, or I wouldn't bore you with stories about them week after week. But they're special for another reason: they're hybrids. Half of one thing, half of another, all of neither.
Cole doesn't like open doors. Whenever he finds one at the house he rushes to close it, regardless of which side of it he's on. That led to a little trouble for him (and me) the other day.
A couple of days ago, I fixed Chloe and Cole lunch. They ate it all, which was a good bit of food.
Shortly after Cole was born, I was holding him and watching Chloe play. I turned to Amy and said, "I know this is awful to say, but I wish he'd hurry up and grow up a little, so we can do more things with him like we do with Chloe."
Chloe is going through this stage where she wants to be first. When I take her and Cole to school, she wants to go inside before he does. When we're about to eat supper, she wants her plate before anyone else gets theirs. When she and Cole are taking medicine, she insists I give Cole his after she gets hers.
I sometimes wonder if I love God enough.
Chloe is fascinated by the steep hill we have in our backyard. She likes nothing more than to walk down it, then back up it, repeating the process several times over. I have to admit it helps in getting her tired out before bedtime, and I often use that to my advantage.
There's nothing so tempting as forbidden fruit. Or forbidden toys.
Chloe knows beauty when she sees it.
Twin tear tracks spilled down Chloe's reddened face. "I'm sorry!" she cried.
When it comes to finances, I am by nature a saver. Amy is, by nature, a spender.
If your garage is anything like ours, it's not exactly a kid-friendly place. Especially in the dark.
It was morning, and Chloe was watching me iron my shirt and pants for the day.
As we were getting ready for church one morning, Chloe dropped a bombshell. She said she didn't want to go to church.
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