Heber yelling from the bathroom: Can somebody get me some toilet paper?
Hannah while change laundry to the dryer: No! We're working!
Heber: Getting toilet paper is work!
Hannah: Not special work!
Heber: Can somebody get me some toilet paper?
By that point I give Heber the retrieved toilet paper.
While playing with figuring, Heber playing dad and Hannah playing mom, Hannah says, "Can you watch the kids so I can go to the temple?
What are we doing right now?
Angel and Olive are napping.
Heber and Hannah are playing in the sand at the volley ball court just outside.
I'm cooking dinner and listening to music.
Dewey is my helper, chilling on the counter, eating his dinner.
Hannah's a little artist. She often spends ours drawing, painting or making something crafty. It takes a lot of effort for her to pull herself away from it to do things she deems not-as-important, like going to the bathroom. I've tried to save a few of her pieces but even the volume of those alone was too much for me and I end up keeping nothing. Sad but true.
Love our little artist.
