“What’s for supper, Mom?”
“Soup.”
“But, WHY are we having soup?”
“Why do you think?”
“Because you HATE me.”

The first entry in our Corduroy Book is from the day Jace was born. As I held my precious new baby for the first time, a warm…wet feeling spread across my exhausted, somewhat overwhelmed chest. “Um…he’s leaking fluids on me. Is that okay?” I stuttered. The nurse gave me a knowing look and, trying not to laugh, replied “You mean he peed on you, dear?”

Climbing down from the table after breakfast, Joseph did a bit of a double-take, then gingerly  stepped down beside his nine-month old sister crawling on the floor under the table. Grinning up at me, he exclaimed, “And Mom, I even remembered that Hannah is NOT a stool!”