As I was getting Emmett ready for school this morning I heard some mysterious noises coming from upstairs. I went up to investigate and found out that Matthew had pushed my dressing-table stool out of my room up to the laundry chute. He was standing on it and looking down two stories into the basement.
Eeeeeek.
To soothe my nerves I have decided to re-read my Little House on the Prairie books. I have read them so often that they are old friends. Soothing. Calming. Familiar.
Not like this little guy who surprises me every day with new feats of daring.
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Hmmm... an argument to let the laundry accumulate into a really, REALLY big pile in the basement...
I like the way she thinks :)
That story almost made me throw up. ~Shudder~
Bless you heart!!!!!!!
Dood, I know. Boys. I think Rowen is destined to have at least one black eye for the rest of his little days (self-inflicted, of course... although I do cringe every time I have to go out in public with him. But what will people THINK?!?!).
I love the Little House books. I think I was born in the wrong era!
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