I volunteer at the Pregnancy Center on Wednesday afternoons as a counselor. My mom watches the children while I go. Well yesterday, I was getting ready to leave and Azariah comes and says, "Tirzah is stuck."
I asked "Where is she stuck?"
"In the crate."
"How did she get stuck?"
"I shut the door on her."
The excitment of living with a three year old and 5 year old.
Then today our 1 year old decided to feed the dog and himself. The only problem was that it was with the dog food. Now I do have a friend in Texas who said she and her siblings would grab a handful of dog food on their way out to play. But that is Texas and this is Colorado, so I did a couple of dog food rescue missions on Zeb today :-)
Still no baby goats...
Thursday, May 3, 2007
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