Passing the time on a Sunday morning. Not very conducive to having the Spirit in our house.
Showing posts with label 5 year old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 5 year old. Show all posts
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Antics of a Five Year Old
Pillow in the Fridge. Because he wanted it to be cold.
Passing the time on a Sunday morning. Not very conducive to having the Spirit in our house.
Passing the time on a Sunday morning. Not very conducive to having the Spirit in our house.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Medicine for the Soul
My son hands me a dandelion as a sweet smile spread across his face. Then he hugs me around the waist and says "I love you Mom." Of course I hug him back and shower him with kisses.
Later that night he asked if he could tuck into my bed. He asked me to lay with him. He asked which side was my side. He said I was pretty. He patted my back. He hugged me. He fell asleep knowing that I was right by his side.
Later that night he asked if he could tuck into my bed. He asked me to lay with him. He asked which side was my side. He said I was pretty. He patted my back. He hugged me. He fell asleep knowing that I was right by his side.
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