The Worker

Yesterday, Nicholas went to the bathroom. When he was done he annonced that he put the toliet paper on the holder. He said; "I'm a worker". "That's my job." I said well, someday, some woman will really appreciate that!! = ) Now, only if he could train his dad to do that. = )

More exciting stuff, I hope, will come someday soon when I'm not so tired that I can actually think...

Story of my Jesus... Little Man...

I picked up Emily at preschool the other day.
Emily was two feet in front of me.
Nicholas was two feet behind me.
All the while, Nicholas was saying mommy, mommy, oh mommy... Getting irritated with me....
Finally, I get to the car, where I was anxiously so ready to unload ALL of Emily's art work she made at school today.
Just as I open the car door, Nicholas says, in an angry voice; "mom, I was calling you so you would walk with me: JESUS!!!"
Hum...think I say JESUS a lot in frustration??? Ah, yup!!! = )