Cute things
Bernadette flipped through our story Bible, pointing out pictures of Jesus. Even in the Old Testament, she found pictures of Jesus. (Who knew?) When she was done, she started pulling other books off the shelf, checking the cover art. "Jesus?" she said. "No." And the book went into a discard pile. Next book. "Jesus? No. Jesus? No..."
To kids on the playground who talk to Bernadette, to an old lady at the Y who stopped to tell us how pretty Bee is, Isaiah has this to say: "She's mine!"
After I explained to Isaiah that we shouldn't get too close to the geese at the pond because they could bite us, poor Bee could no longer take a step in any direction without her brother stepping in front of her with his arms outstretched, warning her not to get too close.
Isaiah has a friend at the Y, Dylan; they have fun together, but they also get into quite a few squabbles. Yesterday Isaiah informed me, "Dylan screams at the Y. He talks in a different manner than me. We play on bad terms some of the time."
After we found out the baby is a girl, Isaiah decided he wanted a brother instead--actually, ten brothers. "At my birthday party," he said, "they could all run around driving trucks and asking for food. And we could name the first one Pete and the second one Peter."
One morning, as we snuggled on the couch, Isaiah told me, "I love you so much, and Daddy so much, and Bernadette so much." "We love you so much, too," I said. "Who else do you love?" A thoughtful pause. "I really like Pete. He's a good guitar player, and he's my uncle."
