Sunday

We had a busy weekend.

Then came Sunday.

At church until 3.

We got home, put Parker down for her nap.

She woke up a good 3 hours later, & I walked in to get her.

She hoists her leg over the side of her crib:

"My get outta here."

She says almost out of breath.

I say, "what?" (mostly because I just wanted to hear her say it again.)

"My get outta here, mom!"

I cracked up & made her wait until I had the camera.

She makes me laugh.

After I rescued my child from her bed:), she decided to climb up into Mitchel's chair, and relax a while with a good book. The glasses. That's what did me in.

Cracked up again.

She was reading one of her Bibles.

She had just found the Noah's Ark story, & was yelling,

"A ef-a-fent! A ef-a-fent mama!"

I'm not sure how she could see the "ef-a-fent."

Her glasses had a sticker on each lens.

She was very proud of herself.

And I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Gotta love that kid.