Our third blessing...

What a kid! If we would have had 1,000 kids before him we still would have never been prepared. Really.

Or maybe I forgot about what a 21 month old boy is really like?

I get him out of bed in the morning and go to the bathroom....he comes in and says up and we have to sit on the toilet (me holding him) for at least 3 minutes why he babbles about dada and craca (Dory) and mimey (Crush).

I am reading a book in bed and he says to me....I play? I'm sorry you want to play with my Debbie Macomber book when our house looks like a daycare we have sooo many toys? Yep, I play?

I pour myself a glass of water. He says....I bite? What? You want a bite of my water? Yes, I bite?

Crush taught him how to line up pillows and jump from our blanket box. He sometimes jumps on a pillow smaller than his head, that hurts his head. He usually gets all of the pillows/cushions off of the couch and jumps once that happens. And then he counts.....one, two, three come out sounding more like voo, jus, ran or something like that.

I am taking in every moment of these last few days of summer break and enjoying this sweet fella who will be in a deep depression when his favorite 2 toys head off to school in just a few days.

Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth....store up treasures in heaven....for where your treasure is, there also will your heart be. Matthew 6:19-21