255/365: trucks

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{trucks}
I heard the rumble of trucks out front first thing this morning. We had four cement mixer trucks right in front of our house and down the street a ways, pouring two new foundations. Kate hadn't even had breakfast yet, but we ran outside in PJs, milk in hand, and spent a good bit of time just watching. Kate was VERY good to stay in the yard; I was shocked she wasn't running right to them. She waved at the drivers and did lots of happy dances. All day long she kept asking to go out and see the trucks again, and every time I had to tell her they were gone. She was so disappointed.
Our girl loves trucks.

253/365: daddy flip me in the air

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{daddy flip me in the air}


I knew all the words to this song by the age of 3.
I can't sing it to my babies without choking up.

"Goodnight Kiss"
by Steve & Annie Chapman

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I count it as a privilege,
I count it cause for praise,
to kiss my children goodnight
at the close of everyday.

For I know too soon they're up and gone,
and walking out the door.
And I'll never have a child
to kiss goodnight any more.

It's very strange how times have
changed from the present to the past.
When did they grow so quickly
the time has flown so fast.

For it seems like only yesterday
I helped him with his shirt.
Or pat my baby on the back,
or kissed away a hurt.

Tell a story, read a book,
wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.
They never ask me to rub their backs
the way they used to do.

Once it was a bother,
just a troublesome kind of chore,
but now I would give anything
to do it just once more.

Mommy, bounce me on your knee,
Daddy, flip me in the air.
Throw a rubber ball to me
and help me comb my hair.

Mommy, tickle my tummy...
Daddy hold me high.
Let's go outside, for a while,
or make a kite to fly...

I count it as a privilege,
I count it cause for praise,
to kiss my children goodnight
at the close of everyday.

For I know too soon they're up and
gone and walking out the door.
And I'll never have a child
to kiss goodnight anymore!