People are going to be painting my study and washroom today. Wheee!!

That is all.

(quickie proud mama moment)

Justin was playing Rats. Started to panic because they were reproducing too fast for him to cope. Daniel stepped in and rescued Justin on one level, then stepped back so Justin could do the next level. Justin started to drown in Rats again. Daniel stepped in. They finally got to the end of the game, and discovered they'd won a high score.

"Do you want me to type in 'Justin'?" asks Daniel.

"'Justin and Daniel'," says Justin. "If there's enough room."

God, they are so big. Playing video games and taking turns and typing and being gracious winners, with no input from me whatsoever.

::snork::

medee6040, y'all hang out with the wrong type of parents :) Here's an e-mail I got from a friend who just had a baby.

There was a preacher whose wife was expecting a baby so he went to the congregation and asked for a raise. After much consideration and discussion, they passed a rule that whenever the preacher's family expanded, so would his paycheck.

After 6 children, this started to get expensive and the congregation decided to hold another meeting to discuss the preacher's salary. There was much yelling and bickering about how much the clergyman's additional children were costing the church.

Finally, the Preacher got up and spoke to the crowd, "Children are a gift from God," he said.

Silence fell on the congregation.

In the back of the room, a little old lady stood up and in her frail voice said, "Rain is also a gift from God, but when we get too much, we wear rubbers."

And the congregation said, "Amen!"