While looking back through some pictures the other day, I came across this one. Emma was painting at the kitchen table and I had to go upstairs for something. Soon after she came running up to inform me that Tate was painting himself. I quickly headed down, a little frustrated that I would have to, once again, clean up after another one of Tates adventures. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw him there in the middle of the table painting his tummy and every time he would stick the paint brush in his belly button he would giggle. I had to laugh and I no longer felt frustrated. I am thankful for little kids that help me lighten up a bit and enjoy life a little more.
Upon finding out that Darren was going surfing Emma said to me, "I don't think that is a very good idea, there's sharks.............................and seahorses!" Never mind that it is December and bitter cold and those sharks could pose a problem, but most of all look out for those seahorses! This from the only one of my children who WOULD hold the cockroach and let them place a gigantic centipede on her face while at the Bug Zoo.