Sage went on a rampage through her sisters' room, emptied the contents of their special treasures and ate their carefully hidden sour ice breakers and gum, uncapped all their special markers and left them on the floor to dry.
Finding their room a disaster, the older sisters teamed up to confront Sage, who light-heartedly ignored their repeated demand for justice. I held her down so she couldn't move and asked if indeed she had done as described. She replied with a slight smirk: "No, not me. A ghost did it."

In the car the other day, Sage kicked Jade on a whim. Jade yelled out in annoyance: "Sage just kicked me for no reason."
I turned around and sternly asked Sage to apologize. Following is our conversation:

Sage: Who was it that said I kicked her?
Me: Who do you think? Probably the person whom you kicked.
Sage: Well, (a slight pause)that would be Jade.(after another pause) It wasn't me. It was a ghost.

Memory flashed in my mind of Andrew telling me more than once that Sage reminds him of the woman he married. HONESTLY, I have no idea what personality traits he is referring to.

Jade is really liking the youth theme song: Be strong and of a good courage. She has been listening it on YouTube and singing it around the house. Sage apparently picked up on the song as well.

I was lying in bed today with a bad headache, Sage crawled up to me and said: "Momee, look for my wand with me."
Barely muttering, "No, my head hurts."
There she sits by me, starting to sing ONLY this line of the song: " be strong and of a good courage"
I laughed. Sort of. My head really hurt.

That Sage...(sigh) I know there is a reason why she is placed in my home. I don't know why yet, seeing she is only 4. But I know I will find out one day why she is here, as my daughter. When that day comes, I pray I would "be strong and of a good courage."

I posted this one last week, but it disappeared on my blog. Sorry this isn't anything new, I am just re-posting it.

We found this place the first year we were here. It has a wooden plank bridge that sways and a river running underneath. Because of that, my kids call the hiking trail we took to get there the "Billy Goat Gruff" trail. Every time we go there, Kirin plays the troll under the bridge and our 3 girls each take their turn playing a billy goat.








My eyes are really blurry today, so most of the pictures I took of the kids turned out not in focus. It 's really a shame, so sad. The majority of the focused ones are on Sage, that's why she is featured most on this post.