We normally don't spend a lot of time in front of the television on Sunday.
But today is an exception.
The Olympics have taken over.
Everyone was pretty interested in writing down the medal count.
Except Avery, who was sitting at the table playing Headbands with herself.
Sometimes it's amazing just how different our kids really are.
Take the big two boys for example:
Gage told me Friday that he is still feeling really shy at school and having a hard time making friends.
Friday morning after dropping off Gage in the back of the school the rest of us walked around to the front of the school to drop off Noah.
A kid walked by (who looked like a 1st, or 2nd grader) and said, "Hey Noah!"
I asked Noah if he knew him and he said, "Um, sure, he's probably in my church class."
Gage is the perfectionist, serious quiet boy.
Noah is the class clown that somehow everyone already knows.
I love just sitting back and watching them grow and learn. I love watching their little personalities develop and become part of our family. One day this week I sat back and wondered at how loud our house really was. Each person was doing their own thing. No one was yelling or screaming. No one was fighting. The tv was even off, but it sure was loud. Everyone was busy. All of them doing different things.
And I thought to myself, as loud as it is, it sure was nice.
To have a house full of noise, laughter and busy-ness.
Sure, there are days I crave peace and quiet.
But I'm sure there will be days I will miss this too.