Cute conversation with Seth

Seth came in crying brokenheartedly. I took him on my lap and asked him if he needed a snack or some chocolate milk (bear in mind this is the child we are supposed to be fattening up at every opportunity. Basically he drinks enriched Ovaltine.) He said he wanted the "choc-it milk" and waited patiently for me to get it for him. Meanwhile he struck up a little conversation:

"Mommy, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm alright. Are you alright?"

"No! I'm not alright, I fell DOWN!"

"Oh no! I'm so sorry buddy! Where did you get hurt?"

Seth, checking his limbs all over, "I don't know. Where did my owie go? You find my owie? Where did my owie go!?!"

He finally gave up trying to find his owie and just went away happily drinking his milk.

And David JUST came inside, asking "How you going?"

"I'm going good. How are YOU going?"

"I'm not going. You're going."

Gracie, David, Will and Seth looking down into our valley. Our center is off to the left, that mass of white houses in the far distance. The airstrip and helipad from which Gavin flies is just down below. The kids are looking at it. (Marcie was home with me.)

"Ready, set, jump!"

Gracie started making all kinds of cute poses and faces. :)