When the morning falls on the farthest hill, I will sing His name, I will praise Him still. When dark trials come and my heart is filled With the weight of doubt, I will praise Him still. For the Lord our God, He is strong to save From the arms of death, from the deepest grave. And He gave us life in His perfect will, And by His good grace, I will praise Him still. I WILL PRAISE HIM, STILL by Fernando Ortega
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Toddlerville
Mommy: Please honey, give mommy some privacy. I'll be out of the bathroom in a minute.
Toddler: [opens bathroom cabinet door and peaks inside, looks puzzled]
Mommy: Please baby, mommy needs some privacy, remember we talked about privacy?
Toddler: [thinking about something] Where is it? Is it in ya' bag?
Later in the living room:
Daddy: [teasing the boy] "Don't you hug my wife! That's my wife."
[Toddler squeezing mommy's face so hard that it doesn't tickle. Then grabs mommy by the hair/ears/face and plants a big kiss on her lips. Turns to daddy as if he just defeated him.]
Toddler: "HAAAAAA....I kissed yooooour Life!"
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2 comments:
That's adorable .... hehe!
Hilarious!!!
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