Nolanisms

Just now I was reading on the couch and Nolan said, "Mom, do you speak your mind?" I told him that yes, I usually do. He said, "Congratulations, Mom! You speak your mind!"

Last week, Nolan was hanging out in the front yard with his friend, Clarice. Her Dad is a mechanic and was out working on a car, revving the engine. Nolan walked over and said, "What are you doing?"
He said, "I'm trying to fix this car."
Nolan said, "I think you might have to take it to the dump!"



The other day Nolan came to me wearing cardboard triangles on his arms that he had cut out and taped himself from a box waiting to be recycled (he's really into cutting, coloring, taping, and anything that he calls "art"). He wanted Dad's HAM radio because Daddy had once told him that at work he was helping to make a radio that will help soldiers at war. Here he is:

He said, "Mom, this is my armor. Will you drive me to a war?"
I said, "You'll have to have a pretend war, because there aren't any real wars that we can drive to, thank goodness."
He said, "Is there no war in Utah?"

Ezra has been talking like a regular kid now. He has quite the vocabulary. Ez was trying to watch a show and Nolan was being noisy. He said, "That's enough, Nolan! I'm watching my show!"

And whenever we give Ezra a squeeze he says, "You love me!" Yep, we do.