Cooper is saying so much more now! I know this may not be a big deal to some, but after having two girls who talked like tiny adults by 18 months this is pretty big. He can say quite a few words and phrases! Last Sunday he said "I love you" back when I said it, (heart a complete, melted puddle!!) and can say harder words like airplane. Of course good luck getting him to say them to you when YOU want him to. He'll say them when he wants to thank you very much. 

Not this body! Not today!

I love how the girls know about the essential oils we use. They both ask me all the time to explain-er tell the story-of what an immune system is and how oils like Thieves help...I explain that we have an immune system or immune system "buddies" that help us fight off invaders to our bodies like germs and viruses. So a germ or virus might be wandering around in our bodies with a disguise on...you know the type...glued on mustache and fake glasses. Real cliche' like. An immune system buddy spots him and radios in to his other buddies...something is amiss! Red Alert! Red Alert! The immune system buddy squad kicks in to action! Literally. They rip the disguise off the sneaky germ or virus and start an attack! "Not this body! Not todaaay!" They shout!

 Then, when we add an essential oil like Thieves for added protection the soldiers slowly move in with their protective armor and swords and begin war with those nasty, sneaky invaders! There's ninja kicks and sword fighting, sleeper holds and noogies until finally those germs call "Uncle! Mercy!!" And then...*Poof!* One day you wake up and realize...I feel great! ...

Ya. I shoulda been a science teacher. 😉

Bedtime

I love the magic of bedtime. Quiet music in background, stories completed...hushed tones of last minute stories and funny jokes. Face smushed between tiny hands. "I love you mamas" whispered...snuggles and softing. 

I love the way my one pointer finger fits perfectly in the squishy part between her thumb and finger. And how she squeezes it to make sure I'm still there as she falls asleep. How a chopstick that became a magical wand of imagination twitches as she drifts to sleep as though casting magical spells. The last minute reminders and promises of the day to come. Excitement for what the next day holds. 

Tiny translucent eyelids that slowly flutter closed to a mama's lullaby, flying back open occassionally so as not to miss even a tiny moment of remaining day.  A thumb in the mouth falling still and silent, a smile of sweet sleep, quiet breath turning to the rhythmic sawing of logs. 

Good night my loves.