I love my little kids. I love the funny things they say. I love how they laugh so freely and love so graciously. I hope I can be more like a little child someday!
This past week, Hyrum scraped his leg and it started bleeding. Hyrum was crying and when Afton saw it she started crying too. She kept saying, "Hyrum got an ouchie, and it is bleeding. Don't put a band-aid on it!" She does not like band-aids and was so worried we would put one on Hyrum. It was a true form of empathy to see how sad she was. She has such a tender little heart. She was more worried about Hyrum's ouchie than he was. As the week went on, Hyrum got more scrapes and bruises. Each time he would fall down, even though I could tell he was on the verge of tears, he would couragiously say to Afton, "Don't worry, it's just a little scrape! It will get better!" Afton's worried little face would look a little less worried after he would say that. It touched my heart to see how much they love eachother. Sometimes I forget that even though they fight over toys, scream at eachother, and push and hit eachother, that they have such a tender little relationship.
Hyrum has such a fun sense of humor. Two of my favorite quotes that he has said lately:
- "What is that?" Afton asks as she points to Dad's razor. Hyrum: "It is the thing that Dad uses to wipe the whip cream off of his face!"
- Hyrum was bawling as he came up to me tonight. When I asked him what was wrong, he proceded to tell me that "Afton is playing with my plane that is all rectangulared up. She won't let me un-rectangle it." *rectangled means tangled