Six Maile Chix

This morning I grabbed Eva to dance with her, cheek to cheek. She excitedly said, "Mom! Do the Tonga, Do the Tonga!" She meant Tango, but how cute that she so easily assumes and claims Tonga on non-Tongan things. It was so adorable.

Then yesterday, out of the blue, Lose said to me, "Mom, I can't remember what Daddy's voice sounds like." It about broke my heart, even though I knew a time like this would come. I was prepared. After she went to sleep last night I cued up one of the DVDs I had made of our home videos. This morning after scriptures I sent all the girlies upstairs to my room to spend a couple minutes watching it so they could hear their Daddy. Malia chose to stay downstairs with me. I asked her if she wanted to go upstairs and watch the video, and she said, "It's okay Mom. I still remember."

Then this morning I sent Eva and Boo out to the garage to go get in the car while I finished up a couple of last minute things in the house. They both came back inside, frustrated because they couldn't get the door open. I told them to go back outside and try reeeeeal hard, and to use their muscles, to which Boo said, "You mean use our muscles like Daddy's muscles?" I grinned and said "Yes! Just like Daddy's muscles." It amazes me when she says stuff like that, because how does she know that? I try and tell all of them things about their Dad all the time, and I guess she's listening.