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.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
What Fun Is It If You're Not Getting Dirty?
When spent the entire morning outside, enjoying the beautiful weather and the new (to us) toys that our neighbor gave us yesterday.
And, if that's not disgusting enough for you, check out the Hitler 'stache.
What I don't have a picture of is the pound of dirt that Luke dumped on Eli's head. He still has sand all in his hair after a scrub down. He was fully clothed when it happened, and he even had dirt in his diaper.