Charles and Quest make me sing!

What do you do and how do you play with a 3 month old? I miss those times. We had a wonderful songfest, this week. They were singing, nearly louder than me. Cooing is a wonderful time to sing hymns together. They look at you like, they sing those down here too? I know that one. And then they start singing. It is a wonder.

Charles is less sing-songy, but he chimes in on the refrain. Quest likes to sing the whole song and then start another one. Their guardian angels are very near and I love this time, before the effects of sin and their personal expressions are evident. They hold onto their angel and they talk to them and entertain themselves much of the time. They look at you like, why are you getting in my angel's way talking to me? You feel like saying, excuse me, when you break into the conversation.

Natty showed me that, more than any of the other children. She would sit over in a corner, playing with a toy over her head, like the other end was being held by somebody. I said Natty, who is that? She looked at me, like she thought I could see them. She is so observant. Every new boo-boo, I get on my legs, she catches. This week she said, do you want me to get you a band-aid for this one. It was tiny and a little pop from some grease on the stove. I said, no thank you, Natty. Are you alright, Ms. Jayne? I am alright, Natty, don't worry. It was just a pop of grease. Gabby said, what are those, talking about my vericose veins.