Caleb, our 4th-but-you'd-think-he-was-an-only-child child, has a cute quirk. He likes to twist my hair. Anytime, anywhere. Here I was hurrying to get Isaiah ready for his ball game (which, if you'll remember from Isaiah's t-ball blog entry, isn't a great time) and Caleb decided he needed some reassurance.So he came over and was searching, searching, 
found my hair, pulled it out of the pony tail and TWISTS. Twist. twist and pull. twirl. pull. twist.
And then the other day I found this . .
He thought Lizziebear was Mommie laying with him and was twisting her hair!Oh, I'm waking her up taking pictures with the flash on! Oops!
OK, honestly, sometimes this is a little bit of an annoying quirk when he pulls my hair out of my ponytail, or creates a rat and PULLS so that his fingers can go all the way through again. But more often than that, it lets me know that he loves his Mommie! It's amazing and nice that such a little thing can be so comforting.
That is weird that it puts it in on teh date you started it I almost missed this one, so thank you for putting it on here. That is cute.
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