I know.

Brody, Logan, and I are sitting at the kitchen table. The boys are eating lunch and I'm searching for apple butter recipes on the computer. Brody's been especially short tempered this morning and snapping or getting frustrated quite a bit. I whispered *pssst... Brody.* He whispered back, *what?* I whispered *I love you.*, looking for an "I love you too" response. He whispered back *I know.* At least he knows.

A few moments later, Logan starts throwing his rice and putting his spoon into his cup of milk, so I take them away. All of a sudden he bursts out in what I can only explain as an angry cajun voice. I sigh and ignore his gibberish. Brody says quietly, "He said he wants his milk." Sure enough, when I replay the gibberish in my head it does have the right syllables to be "i. want. my. milk." I guess they have their own language.

Brody's in Pre-K

Brody started a pre-kindergarten class this week. It's hard to believe that next fall he'll be in kindergarten and Logan will be at Winwood. I asked Brody how he liked Pre-K after his first day. He reported that he got to cut out the pieces of a flower and eat goldfish. Sounds like a pretty good day. On day 2 he reported that he had a fish in Pre-K but he didn't know it's name. On day 3 he finally mentioned his teachers and said they were nice. Today as I dropped him off, I peeked into the Preschool III class and was surprised to see how young they look. That was Brody a year ago- how did he change so quickly?

Mamie asked if we could freeze the boys at their current age and I really wish we could. At 4 and 2, the boys are interactive, sweet, and funny and we're lucky to get to spend time with them.