"How old will I be when....(fill in the blank)?" or "How old will William/Jude be when....(again - fill in the blank)?"
These are Micah's favorite questions to ask. On a daily/hourly basis. She is extremely into patterns, number spacing, and counting right now - I guess she got some of my organizational genes. She loves to line up her toys and make sure they all have the exact same number of whatever (domino's, shoes, crayons...)
I love to see her mind in motion - she asked me this morning, "How old will Jude be when I am 22?".
"He will be 17."
"So when I'm getting married, then Jude will be 17. How old will William be when I get married?"
"I don't know, Micah, because I don't know how old you will be when you get married."
"Yes you do - I'll be 22. You and Daddy were 22 when you got married - When you are 22 you get married."
"Daddy and I were 22, yes. But you are not allowed to get married until you are at least 25. It is the new law."
Do you think she will buy it? I don't think so, either. She will figure out how to get that law changed if it suits her. The funny thing is, Micah could care less about weddings and about boys. She isn't that much of a girly girl...although she did tell me that a boy on TV was hot. Not the hot like hot and cold - the hot like handsome.
Yesterday, William and I were driving home from Christmas carolling at a nursing home (Micah was riding home with Carson) and he we started talking about Daddy's work schedule. It is up in the air right now on if Mike will be working on Christmas eve or on Christmas day. He is definitely working one of the days, but nothing is locked in as of yet. William told me that he wishes Mike worked my work schedule (a regular 9-5 job). I tried to explain to him that we want that, too, and that is why Daddy is in school right now - so he doesn't have to work shift work anymore.
"William, you know that even though Daddy works nights sometimes and has to work on the holidays, you get to spend
alot of time with your Daddy. He picks you up from school, he eats lunch with you at school. You are really lucky to have your Daddy. Sometimes Dads who work like I do - and are off like I am - don't spend as much time with their kids like Daddy does with you. They come home from work and play on the computer, play video games, watch sports and ignore their kids. Daddy spends all of his free time with you - if he is on the computer, it is when you are asleep. If he is playing a video game, you are playing with him. You are his best friend."
"I know. I think I get my blood from him. My blood for building awesome Lego's and for drawing great pictures. That is from Daddy's blood."
"I think you are right, Bubba. Do you get anything from my blood?"
"Reading. Your blood gave me the fact that I love to read."
Are my kids smart or what?