Ice Cold
One of the worst sounds you can hear as a parent is your child banging into something and hurting themselves. And it happens to everyone—all the time! Azul is just as active as any five year-old, running and jumping and falling. One night he was running around in the living room and tripped on, what I would imagine was a random Lego piece or masterpiece, I’m not sure which, and fell right into his easel. As soon as I heard his arm crush against the frame, my immediate reaction was to run to him to help, and so I did. 
When I got there, which took seconds, he was crying and holding on to his arm. He looked at me and yelled, “Don’t just stand there! Get me some ice!” Oh my! I thought as I did as I was told. Well, at least he didn’t add “Woman!” at the end.
Hey Loverboy!
Azul must have learned how to play Eeny, meeny, miny, moe at school this week. Well, much like his mother, he has the unique ability to screw up the words to songs and proudly sing them as if there is no doubt of their correctness. While we were having dinner he started to sing the song and point saying, “Meeny, meeny, miny, moe catch a tiger on the toe. If he hollers let him go. Meeny, meeny, miny, moe, my mother said to pick the best friend and lover, and you are not it!” I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t even look up to find out if I was the best friend and lover or not.
Rock Solid
From June 28, 2013
On the way to the dinosaur exhibit, I asked Azul, “Did you notice you had on your ‘Rock’ t-shirt? Get it Rock? Like Rock Out or Rock like a fossil?” He replied, “The faster you talk the more it makes me think about the sun and thinking about the sun is not good. The more I think about the sun, the more my eyes hurt.” We were at a stalemate.
Carmelina Hart 