Go, A, Go!
Our little Michael Phelps wanna be.
Big Guy slept in my old bedroom Saturday night. I was telling them stories about growing up in that room. That room now is my Daddy's office/computer room. Little Guy said, "You are soooo lucky. You had this computer and stereo in your room." When I explained that all of that wasn't in my room growing up and that we didn't have computers, cell phones, VCR's, cable, etc... Little Guy said, "What did you play with? Dirt?" I thought I was going to fall off the bed laughing! He nearly fell off the bed when I told him about the amount of time my sisters and I DID spend playing in the dirt. Building mud pies and making assorted things out of dirt.
After church on Sunday I crawled up into the bed and just took a good, long nap. Oh, it was so wonderful. The boys were well taken care of under my parent's loving care and I was able to get some sleep.
Thanks, Mom and Daddy. There is nothing like coming home. There are no great parents or grandparents on the face of the earth!