Day 113

An almost nightly ritual… carting you back to your own bed after you have sneaked into ours. You are getting so heavy, but I love the way you slump your weight into me as I carry you back to your bed where you belong.

And a belly shot, 3 weeks to go!

This morning while sitting playing by yourself singing, you started making up your own song to the tune of the “Fireman Sam” theme. I didn’t catch all of the words, but one of the lines that I did hear was “God is a Prophet that talks to us!” Oh you are too gorgeous, I think you mean HAS a Prophet that talks to us. Our Family Home Evening lesson last week was on our Prophet. After you finished your little tune, Nana asked you “Do you know who our Prophet is?” and you replied “Monson!”

 

 

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