littles...their own words

I can't tell you how many times lately I hear something ridiculously cute or funny come from Noah or Clara and  file it way in that 'ole brain of mine.  Well here I sit trying to recall them to blog about them.....still sitting.....WHAT WERE THEY!  (okay think, laura, think, start with that one from tonight).  

Note to self: write it down instantly and tape it to the wall, you lose your cell phone and keys daily, and can't remember your own dad's b-day. p.s. buy sudoko or crossword puzzles or your going to be suffering from alzhiemers at 40. 
(here are a few, I wish I remembered more)
Noah:

The kids wanted to go to the pool but there where lightening clouds building up.  In my attempts to explain why we couldn't go swimming, I kept saying "lightening likes water... lightening likes metal, etc."   Noah looks at me confused as says, "How does lightening talk to tell you what it likes?" 

Noah wore his fireman costume to a family event.  He spent the evening sharing safety tips to whoever would listen.  On the drive home he pipes up from the the back of the van.  "Being a firefighter is hard work" and even ends with an exhausted sigh.  Little does he know how many times I tuck myself in saying the same thing about being a mom.

Clara:

Clara chose the largest horse to ride on the pony ride at Thanksgiving Point.  (I think the purple bridle was the deciding factor).  "By myself",  were the first words she uttered.  I nervously told her to "hold on tight" and off she went.  She did great for a long six laps around but rounding the corner from me I could see her sliding off, clinging to the saddle.  I ran and caught her while the worker stopped the horses.  The timing was perfect.  She wasn't scared or crying but as we walked away she said, "dat hors sippery"   (that horse was slippery).  Phew!

Rowan:

I know she doesn't talk, but her belly laugh can bring me to smile and laugh like nothing else. The easiest way to make this happen is have her watch someone swing or have her siblings run by her.  We really have giggle fests. because you can't just watch without joining in.   She just turned 7 months and I find myself singing, "where are you going my little one little one..."   I don't know how to explain it but part of me misses their childhood already.