We're Going on a Snail Hunt, a Snail Hunt, a Snail Hunt

Grace and Sarah have been early risers lately. They were up at 5:45 this morning in spite of my efforts to get them to go back to sleep. After a quick bowl of oatmeal and Cheerios, they were ready to start their day with a backyard snail hunt. Grace came and asked for a Ziploc bag to put her snails in so they couldn't "slime away from her", and the hunt was on. By 6:30am our backyard was filled with the sounds of "here snail, snail, snail" and "where are you snail?" At least we don't have to buy snail bait!

Off to School

We've officially begun the school years here at the Cobb house. Hannah managed to hold it together for her first day of Kindergarten despite looking like a deer caught in headlights as she walked in to class. I on the other hand had to explain to her that sometimes mommies cry when their babies grow up. This is a little hard to explain to daddies too. Anyway, we all survived. Grace and Sarah were really excited to see Hannah's desk and when she got home, Grace asked Hannah, "so, did you learn to read?" She is also convinced that Hannah will be learning to drive in Kindergarten. For the life of me I can't figure out where they come up with some of their stuff.

Checking out her desk with Daddy.


Group hug!


Lined up and ready to go.

As I write this post, she is at her second day of school and she handled it like a champ! She was nervous this morning and said she didn't want to go. In fact she said she wanted to be a mommy so she could stay home all day and do nothing (hmmm...is that what I do all day?...well that and eat bon bons of course).

That's Our Sarah

This is our Sarah. She is rambunctious, funny, ornery and sweet all rolled in to one very cute, lanky little package. Rob and I have commented many times that God knew what He was doing when he made her so darn cute and funny. She can be a real handful, but her funny little ways and surprising sweetness keeps us chuckling and melts our hearts.

As the girls get older, I have had to resort to any and all shameless methods for getting kisses from them. Quite often whatever they want comes at the price of 1 or 2 kisses for mom. Lately, I have been telling Sarah that my lips are lonely and she will almost always plant a big one on me.

So, about a week ago, after the other two girls were asleep, I hear her yelling something to me from her bed. I went in to see what she could possible need and this is the conversation we had:

Sarah: "Mom, are your lips lonely?"
Me: "(Chuckling) Yes they are! (Mom gets a big kiss)
Sarah: "Did that makes you happy Mom?"
Me: "Very much!"
Sarah: "Mom, what means lonely?"
Me: "It means my lips are sad and want a kiss from you."
Sarah: "Mom, I like you and I love you."
Me: "I like you and I love you too honey."
Sarah: "Mom, I like your shirt and your hair and your pants."
Me: "Thank you. Time to go to sleep"
Sarah: "I like blue and green and....."
Me: "Ok Sarah. Time to sleep. I love you"

She was still talking when I left the room and I was glad I had gone in with a small amount of patience instead of irritation at the post bedtime chit-chat. I love these moments. We have plenty of the other kind too...(you know, the screaming, yelling, hitting, kicking, I don't like you and you're mean moments), and I usually react with very little patience, a blue spoon and a bar of soap, but that doesn't make for very nice blogging. So I'll stick with the cute, funny and sweet. Those are the times I'd rather remember anyway.

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