the days are . . . shiny

for this Muslim-Lebanese-American-Mama-wife-writer-photographer-homeschooler as she juggles one big guy and two little ones.

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... as told by noah

noah’s dream (ew)

Noah woke up and tore down the hall to our room shouting for Nathan because of a nightmare. About this nightmare, he said the following:

There was a skunk and it got into our house. It was out of stinky stuff. It had chocolate milk in it’s sprayer. It sprayed some chocolate milk into my mouth. It didn’t taste good. No, it didn’t. But it was a nice skunk. But then all of the other skunks came into our house. They were the skunk’s friends. They had stinky stuff.

Hmm.

In other news, yesterday was Noah’s fourth birthday! We had donuts, went to the library, and tried geocaching. Noah loves geocaching treasure hunting. On our way out in the morning, we drove past a dead skunk. I suspect that combined with the excitement of an amazing day led to the above.

two bedtime stories, by noah

1.

Last time, when I was a baby, I was at the beach, and it had a drain, and I got drained down. Auntie Cheryl had to get me out.

I was in the pipes under the drain and Auntie Cheryl had to get me out.

2.

If a crocodile bit my finger, it would bite it off and we would have to go to the doctor and he would tape it back on. But then the crocodile might swallow my finger so we’d have to take the crocodile to the doctor and get my finger out so the doctor could tape it back on.

The crocodile might eat the tape, so the doctor would have to take the tape out too, and get my finger and tape it back on . . .

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