My lap top is still out of commission. Hopefully, I’ll get it back this week.
Because it’s down and I don’t use M’s that often [checking e-mail and maybe doing a little banking or something], I haven’t had a chance to keep track of the laughs for a few weeks in a row.
These are the ones I can remember from this week.
Butter came in to our room the other morning, tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Mommy. Little Bear is crying.” Then he climbed in to our bed and covered his head with M’s pillow.
We went to our church’s market this afternoon to buy produce. When we were on our way home, Butter said, “Pop. Can you please turn that noise down?” He was talking about the radio, and he wanted it turned down so we could sing a song from Jake and the Neverland Pirates.
This morning while I was folding laundry, Little Bear decided he wanted my iced tea. It was sitting on the kitchen counter, so he got Butter’s stool, climbed up to the counter and took a drink. Then he dropped the glass in the sink, which sent me running from the laundry room. Would you believe he was able to drink out of my glass without spilling any on himself? He’s getting toooo big and surprising me every single day!
That’s all I can think of today. It’s a shame. Wish me luck with getting the lap top back!