Justin

Justin poured a lot of liquid soup onto his head. It kept him occupied for a good 30 minutes, so I pretended not to notice. Hans walked in the door and got to clean it all up. Justin was pretty upset about it. Everything he finds goes straight to his hair and he says, "pretty, me." He's a pest. Instead of having him scream at me while I cook dinner, I've allowed him to do this kind of thing. It's a good lesson for me in letting go. He's a rather cute child. During a prayer today he was carefully monitoring the girls to make sure they had their arms folded. Throughout, we could hear him say "fold a arms, kakin." It's very cute. He loves his big sisters. He loves to dress up in their clothes and

especially their shoes. He loves these hello kitty jewel ones. He gives Hans a great big "HI Daddy!" everytime he comes home and then immediately says, "wut work" and then "vroom, vroom!" He thinks Hans goes to play all day and drives the red car all around, just having fun, without him. At gymnastics this week he was screaming at me to go, repeatedly and the nice mom next to me, in an attempt to distract him asked him where he wanted to go. He paused, looked thoughtful, and then said "target." Not like we go there very often, but it is a fun place to drag on the cart. He keeps us amused.