Teaching brother to color

Today was Loyal's first official coloring session with Wyatt and Rea. He loved it! And promptly attempted to eat a crayon...and then run away and hide with a fistful of them.

Meat Blossom

For a little over a week now Wyatt has been using the term "meat blossom" in passing conversation. We laugh and roll our eyes because little mister has a penchant for making up words and phrases. 

Well today he said it again about some tomatoes..."These tomatoes are awesome. They're my meat blossom!" I laughed and decided to figure out what the heck he was talking about...I asked what that meant. He couldn't explain it. I asked where he heard it. He said he didn't hear it, he read it. So I asked where he read it...he runs upstairs to his room. He comes back down with his Veggie Tales Bible Storybook. I think to myself "Veggie Tales can be pretty weird, so meat blossom may be plausible." This is the page he shows me:

I laughed SO hard. Then I texted it to Josh. Now I'm blogging about it. I told him the proper pronunciation and tried to explain what a metabolism is...but I also encouraged further use of the term "meat blossom" in this house.

Uugh

Uugh! My heart could literally burst! I'm in the kitchen doing dishes and many other mommy things. I peek around the corner into the room that should be our dining room but isn't...and there they are. Three babies building LEGOs and singing "A Spoonful of Sugar" to themselves. This. This is why you become a mother. For moments like these.