When Josh and his younger brother and sister had their first kids--boys, all three--within one eight-month time span, we knew we were in for some serious counsin fun. This week we were lucky enough to get a three day visit from Cousin Alex, the oldest of the bunch, and Uncle Jack and Aunt Tosha. Pajama parties, trips to the arcade at the Mall of America (it was wild, I tell you), puppet shows (some put on by the boys--oh, the cuteness of it!) and general toddler hijinks ensued. On Alex's last night the little boys stayed up past midnight goofing around, perfecting the old "gimme five, too slow" routine, and chasing each other round and round and round the house with trucks of all kinds. And, true to form, they were still up early enough to help me make the French toast.
Me: (cracking an egg in the bowl)
Alex: Why you put the egg in there?
Me: (cracking another egg in the bowl, pouring in a little milk) This is how you make French toast.
Alex: Why you put the two eggs in there? Why you put the milk in there, Aunt Manda?
Me: (pretending to read the recipe) Well, the recipe says to do it like this, two eggs and milk. (Dipping a piece of bread into the mixture).
Alex: Well . . . why you put a sandwich in there?
The house seems so quiet now that it's back to just the three of us. I really could spend a long time just eavesdropping on the boys' back-and-forth chatter and enjoying the slow pace of a house full of family. Come back soon, Uncle Jack, Aunt Tosha and Alex!