It all started with the lady I tutored calling her son her treasure. I thought that was neat so I started telling my oldest son that he was my treasure. When I said it to him, he whispered, "Treasure", as if I was telling him a secret. My babies, all four of them, are my treasure.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Naps are not optional around here. Getting there isn't usually too bad, but sometimes we procrastinate a bit. This is what happened for naptime yesterday.