March 22, 2009
November 24, 2008
August 30, 2008
Questions.....
Lately Clinton has been going through a huge question asking stage... at least hopefully it's a stage. Some days I feel like a question answering machine. From the moment he wakes up until I have to cut him off so he can go to bed. He hates it when I say that he has to choose, only one more question. Here is a sampling of some of my favorites:
- How do the bees get the pollen from the flowers to the bee hive?
- Are we inside of the world or outside of it?
- Where was God before He created everything and what was He doing?
- In the movie Chicken Run how did they know there was a world outside the fence?
- Why can't I take my fish outside of the tank to play with it?
- Where can I buy a jet pack?
- How do they know how big the universe is?
As you can see, they are not easy questions and often require us researching on the internet to find the answer. So, I'm learning a lot and for now am just getting use to being woken up in the morning with, "Mommy Lauri, I have a question...."
August 22, 2008
July 30, 2008
July 20, 2008
July 15, 2008
July 9, 2008
May 1, 2008
Jackfruit!
April 25, 2008
Adoption Day
April 15, 2008
February 16, 2008
Growing Fast
Clinton is getting big- fast. He has gained 7 lb. and grown nearly 3 inches in the last 6 mo. He discovered that if it holds everything he can find in Grandma and Grandpa's bathroom, he weighs even more! Lifting all those heavy things also gives him big muscles.


Clinton is also getting creative with the English language- on the way to school he loves to say, laughing, "I hope we're not Tarter Sauce to school."
Clinton is also getting creative with the English language- on the way to school he loves to say, laughing, "I hope we're not Tarter Sauce to school."
January 5, 2008
Christmas Day at the Cabin
December 25, 2007
December 24, 2007
Sledding with Annika


Leah, Tim and Annika are here for Christmas. Clinton has been very excited to have his cousin visit- he seems to have a real sense that she is family. Yesterday they went sledding together at grandma and grandpa's cabin. The anticipation for Christmas is about killing him. This morning (Christmas Eve) he woke up and said, "Mommy Lauri, don't tell me what day it is. Let's pretend it's Sunday and not Monday, because I think I will just want to open my presents so badly."
Learning to Ski
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