A few weeks ago I had a scout mtg. right after church so off I run. I get home to this sight. Samantha's hand is on Ethan's cheek, and Ethan is holding that hand. It was so precious.
Samantha LOVES Ethan. She calls for him when she is upset. He always makes her laugh. He fixes her bottles and is very attentive. (Yes she calls his name (or a rough approximation of it) - she is 8 mo. old.)
Ethan's Other misadventures
So I know I'm going crazy, it must be all the kids. I am constantly doing laundry. I try not to leave anything in the washer (smelly!) but I always have a load in the dryer. For the last week or so when ever I go to get that last load out the lint trap has always been clean. I don't remember cleaning it (why would I? I only clean it when the next batch goes in) Weird - I must be losing my mind. (When I say clean, I mean CLEAN!)
Well last night I hear Ethan rustling around in the laundry room. I think that stinker is in their sneaking chocolate milk - again. I'm going to fix his wagon, I sneak up to the door and jump into the room growling as loud and ferociously as I can "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!! . . . . yup he was cleaning the lint trap. It has been his secret act of service for the last week or so, and I scared the begeebies out of him - guess he won't be doing that again will he.
