Since then, we just have to write down some of the conversations that we've had:
1. When Auntie Kelli eats, does the food get on the baby? No, the food is in another spot in her tummy, so it isn't on the baby. How? Well (thinking hard on this one...), it's like there are two sacks in her tummy, one for the food and one for the baby - kind of like you have a Ziploc sack in the morning for your gummy vitamins. Oh, Mommy, I think that you're right - like one sack for the green gummies and one sack for the red gummies!
2. Then, while looking at a Christmas ornament of Zachary that was an ultrasound picture, he asked Amy - "Mommy, was that when I was still in your tummy?" "Yes." "Oh - well, where is Kaleb, I can't see him in that picture!" " Kaleb wasn't in there yet." " Yes he was, because I was born first!" At this point, distraction was the only way that could end this conversation, so distraction effort began immediately!
3. Mommy - I'm going to have a baby when I'm older! No, Zachary, only girls have babies. Well, what did Daddy have in his tummy then!!? Nothing, he didn't have a baby!
4. Why can't Auntie Kelli go snow sledding, if the baby has no bones yet, how can the baby get hurt?
It has really been a fun experience to watch his little mind trying to figure this whole thing out, and these conversations really haven been delightful.
Phrase of the week: Kaleb's word this week is 'nuggle' - which is for "I want to snuggle!" What mommy says no to that!? :) Zachary informed us this that he was going to marry Kaleb. Ha ha - such funny stories to tell them when they're older!
Uncle Kent came over for the "Daytona 500" on our back deck - running the boys around and around in their cars at top speed while they laughed their heads off
Grandma playing with the boys - throwing balls into a bucket on the other side of the room - the requirements before throwing the ball include saying a rhyming phrase, blowing on the ball and then lobbing it across the room.
The main stage of the family room - the jumping trampoline - aka the couch. Poor thing, it'll never be the same
Spa Day - enjoying mommy's robes!