My Preschoolers Lighten the Load

I want to take this moment to thank my two youngest children, otherwise known as Charlie and Qiu Qiu (Choo Choo), for providing me with (what I deemed to be) blogworthy material this past week.

At this point in time, I have virtually no brain cells available for creating original posts myself. If it weren't for their...um...colorful, shall we say...personalities, it would have been mighty quiet here at The Journey.

Believe me, I could have written down several more instances of their cuteness, like the day the three of us were riding in the van together and they were counting pickup trucks. Some kids count slugbugs (VW Beetles); my little ones like pickups. After only a mile and a half, Jacinta had somehow racked up one hundred. (Right.) I heard her ask Charlie, "what comes after a hundred?"

Without hesitation, Charlie responded, "Forty."

To this, Qiu Qiu squealed, "oooh, good boy, Charlie!...Pickup! I have forty."

Okay, so we have some work to do in math. But you have to admit, if Charlie had said one hundred and one, it would not have been nearly as memorable. There is plenty of time to learn to count...but these days of their innocent, sweet cluelessness will pass all too quickly. I intend to savor them as long as I can.

Thankfully, this blog is helping me to record a few of these precious memories, so that they won't be lost forever, as is sadly the case for their older sisters' funny preschool moments. For that reason alone, I'll keep writing them down, even if they aren't as meaningful to others who don't know my kids. It is enough that they help me to remember and bring back a smile.

Some days, it is the only joy I have to offer here. It can't all be a deep, heavy look at the inner workings of my melancholic psyche. How weary would that be?