Joe woke up hollaring from his nap. I ran in to see what the racket was all about. When I got in the room and went over to him, he looked up at me and said, "Mommy, don't worry, there aren't any tigers, it was just my pillow!"
Whew....I was worried there for a minute!
I hope to post again soon. I just have too many monkeys running around to get anything done.
7 comments:
Cute story, Beth! Maybe you could teach Joe to blog and then it would be easier to keep up?
The joys and trials of motherhood have been here from the days of Adam & Eve, I suppose. The men have always been out there hunting, fishing, working to bring back the bacon to give the kids energy to grow and to test Mom, and to give Mom the energy to take care of the kids as well as her man...and so life proceeds as God intended.
Then when you finally get "over the hump" you start to wear out and have by-passes & mitro valve repairs so you can live long enough to see the grandkids grow and develop to start the cycle over again, and God looks down and says "it is good".
Dad Burgess
Phew! Glad Joe has everything under control! :) :)
Aha, such a cute story.
I like Roger's philosophical comment. So very true.
What a cutie... :)
Hey lady, I'm waiting for another post from you...I know you don't have anything else to do. :) LOL
I am waiting to see what "soon" means for you :-)))
I loved your ocmment on my post of sick babies. I showed it to Gordon too and we laughed together :-)
Ivona
Forgot to say what I was going to.
Joe is growing and your stories about him are of a baby any more, you are getting to have a big boy!
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