As I try to do that, let me share a really funny story. Andrew and I were waiting to get his replacement glasses (remember how I broke a pair of his glasses the FIRST DAY we had them?) and as we were waiting, he started telling me he didn't really want the second pair. He insisted he was never going to need the second pair so we should just save them for Hannah's babies. I asked him exactly when these babies were going to be born...I mean, the girl is only three years old. It is far too soon (and does really bad things to my heart and stomach) to talk about Hannah having babies. Anyway, he said it would be a long time, but she was going to have two children. One would be a boy named Friend Avery. (Andrew has two Averys in his life. One is a girl, his cousin, and one is a boy, his BFF. He calls them Friend Avery and Cousin Avery so we can tell them apart. Apparently Hannah's first son should be named after Andrew's BFF.) The next child, he tells me, will be a girl named Brownie Girl. (We have a kitten named Brownie, who is a boy. Apparently it will be very important to name this baby girl Brownie Girl so we can distinguish the baby from the kitten.)
It amazes me how his little mind works. I love having these little talks with him, and moments like those kinda sorta make all the chaos and headache worthwhile.