Mom
makes me a good breakfast.
I
watch the BIG trash truck come through the neighborhood. I call it a “Mighty”
after my favorite TV show, Mighty
Machines.
I
fix Mom’s vacuum cleaner. Even if it doesn’t need it.
I
stop and color a football. I’m trying to impress Mom so she’ll let me do school
with the sisters. They have so much fun!!!
I
cook up a little snack in the play kitchen. Mom always pretends to eat it by
making smacking sounds. Then she says, “Mmmm…delicious.” That makes me happy.
After
a long day of playing, learning, and cooking, I’m all tuckered out. I might be
a Monkey, but even Monkey’s need their rest. With their froggy pillow. And
their blanket. And most importantly, their Lovey.
I’m always a busy, happy boy in the tree house,
Monkey
P.S. I just happened to capture all of this
cuteness in one day which was how this blog post was born.
The last photo is my favorite. I am always amazed at the crazy positions kids can sleep in.
ReplyDeleteAin't that the truth!!! I'd be in the hospital if I slept in some of the positions my kids do!
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