Monday, February 13, 2012

Deer Heart

Dear Heart is the nickname I call my children, by the way.
Especially when I want to throttle them. I grit my teeth and say, "No Dear Heart, you cannot use my mixing bowls to house orphaned worms." It keeps me from saying... something else.
Back to business. There is mischief afoot at Tapper's house. I finally got the girlies up to bed and I found that my stump had been dragged behind my chair and tipped over.
(Do you remember my stump?)

It's really heavy so I couldn't figure out why my little ones would have gone through the trouble to tip and roll it into the corner of the room.
Then I looked up.
And laughed.

I guess their stuffed reindeer just wanted his mama.
You never bore me, Dear Hearts!

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