Isaiah of his own volition took the garbage out today. Not once, but twice. He gathered the ends of white plastic bag together and clumped through the house bearing the load. He then asked where the clean bags were. I told him, and I could hear him repeating the directions under his breath, "in the kitchen, in the drawer, in the kitchen, in the drawer..." Such lovely cadence from a seven year old.
It was such a grown up sight; with the exception of the spiderman pajamas complete with mask.
About Me
- tomirose
- I'm a wife of a wonderful man, mom to three awesome children. I like to laugh, encourage, and I would love to write. I think community is a wonderful thing, and I'd like people to be less cynical about church, not THE church, but the institution that we call the church. I think soul patches, piercings and tattoos are kinda cool; attitudes are not. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about weird things.. like why I like the taste of bubblemint gum, but despise the taste of our youngest son's bubblemint flavored toothpaste, or if our older children have already met their future spouses, how amazing it is that I've been married to the same man for thirty-two years, and why dryer lint looks the way it does. I hate having cold feet, being too hot, and stubbing my pinkie toe. I like to read pretty much anything but angsty poetry, well no I lied..not about the angsty poetry, but I don't much like to read biographies either. Laundry is the bane of my existence, along with cleaning out the refrigerator, and just plain cleaning.
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uodate this thing regularly....Jeeesh.
Troy
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