I finally hung Jacob's new mirror! (Translation: My mom came, brought her drill, and helped me hang the mirror. We cussed and we laughed until we couldn't breathe, but we pulled it off. Thanks, ma!)
Cartie has become such a parrot. Last night, he was saying something that sounded like, "Cray-cray," and we were dying laughing. We don't even say that, so I'm not sure what he was actually trying to say. Also, a few weeks ago when he was sick, he would cough, and I would say, "Cartie, don't die!" So now, whenever he coughs, he'll say, "Die! Die!"
(I'm posting a picture of his little bitty face because I can't seem to get the video link to work. You'll just have to imagine how cute it was.)
If you want to feel like a terrible housekeeper, dust the top of your window and door moldings. That's what I did this morning, along with cleaning ceiling fans and registers. Maybe I should do that a little more often.
Jacob: When I get big, I'm going to be Jesus's helper.
Me: That's good. But you don't have to wait until you're big. How can you be Jesus's helper now?
Jacob: I could... wash his car... and go with him to the mall...
Me: Um, I don't think it works that way.