He's going to make a great husband someday

I gotta admit, I love LittleD. He'll be 4 in a month and a half. His speech has been rather slow to develop and still fairly difficult to understand, at times. But he's really taken off talking in the last 6 months or so.

One thing I love to hear him say, though, is his sweet, enthusiastic "thanks!"

He's got big old shiny brown eyes, the color of melted chocolate. And when he gets dressed in the morning and finds his Mickey shirt in his clean clothes he'll exclaim in delight, "You washeded this? Thanks, Mama!" as if my washing his shirts is the most wonderous gift I could give him.

(I really do move clothing through the laundry and back to his room fairly quickly, these days, so his delight is not solely in the novelty of clean and folded clothes. Really.)

Last night I made a rice soup for dinner. I liked it. Most of the children (and the Grand Lunar) politely ate their allotted portion, but I suspect no one was terribly excited about it.

Except LittleD, who exclaimed, in the same delighted and awestruck voice, "You made this soup?! Thanks for making it, Mama! I like it!"

Of course, he stopped short of finishing his small allotted portion, causing me to suspect he didn't really like it all that much. But I'll still take the compliment. Especially one with so much shining enthusiasm.

Last night The Grand Lunar picked up a rebounder mini-trampoline. We had been talking about how much fun it might be to exercise to 80's tunes with a little bounce, and we read that even NASA loves them and makes the astronauts use them. Who can argue with astronauts?

So this morning LittleD spotted it immediately and tried it out right away. When the Grand Lunar walked past, he was busy jumping, jumping, jumping.

"Daddy! Mommy boughted this!" he exclaimed.

"Actually, Daddy bought it for us," I replied.

"Thanks, Dad!" he said, glowingly.

He's a keeper, I tell you.

On a side note, the rebounder trampoline is right next to my desk. Now that the big kids are up and jumping I'm realizing that, if it continues to be a major source of entertainment, I'll be online a lot less. The wobbling of my desk puts me in danger of a clutter avalanche, and the shimmy of my monitor is going to make me seasick very soon. Very soon.