Weston could not wait for family home evening to tell his share.
He could not wait.
He could NOT wait.
He COULD NOT wait.
So he announced from his seat at the dinner table that he had a share. He held up his fist, with his pinky finger raised.
"This is a bad word in China!"
Isn't he a dear?
Keaton informed me that it was Cowboy Day at school...about 17 minutes before it was time to to go.
I grabbed a couple of things from around the house with about 13 minutes to spare.
Keaton grabbed some grub for breakfast with about two minutes to spare.
And that's how we giddy up 'round here.
Keaton was baptized on Saturday...love this kid.
(Keaton and Treyson...best buddies baptized on the same day)
Hand written invitation to his teacher. Mr. Martin came and got all teary during the baptism and confirmation.
Love the feet in this picture.
Good knee itch and white sock.
It was a great day.
As soon as he got home from school, Weston went directly upstairs, grabbed his Halloween candy and plopped himself down in front of the TV in my bedroom.
After some time I realized it was so peaceful in the house and coincidentally, I hadn't seen Weston since he hopped out of the car.
I climbed the stairs and heard the sound of mindless cartoons coming from my room. I walked in to see him in smack in the middle of a candy smorgasbord. Wrappers, sticks, and errant candy surrounded the boy.
"What in the world are you doing up here....shoveling in candy and watching gross cartoons?" I asked.
He unwrapped another candy, flung the wrapper and shoved the treat in his mouth.
Lazily he asked a question back, "Am I gonna get fat?"
It was ever so apparent that he could care the less about calories or cavities. He was in 6 year old bliss.
So, as the responsible mother that I am, I sprawled on the floor next to him and ate a Reese's peanut butter cup.
