I've been taking to laying in Daddy's chair quite often, just to keep the nausea down. I normally end up falling asleep, regardless of the time of day.
Dillan came over to me while I was on the chair and cuddled up next to me. Then he spoke with a quite whisper:
"Mommy, can I be a bishop when I get bigger?"
Hmmm. Not sure where that came from.
"Yes Dillan. You absolutely can be a bishop when you get bigger."
Then he smiled and walked away.
He was back just a moment later with that pensive, thoughtful face that brings a smile to my face every time.
"But Mommy, do firemen go to church?"
"Yes Dillan, firemen go to church."
I heart that boy.
With no appetite, I pulled out an old reliable friend that I've loved since forever:
an orange flavored Otter Pop. No other flavor will do.
Mmmhmm...
Seriously, who throws up an Otter Pop?
Happy Halloween!
2 years ago
3 comments:
Go Dillan of course you can be a Bishop--what a good boy.
Oh and nobody throws up an Otter Pop.
Hope the nausea lets up soon for you.
He can be the bishop now w/ heart like that! \"/ So cute. Hang in there w/ the sickness, I hate that feeling!
Can he marry my Hannah?? I think we should do an arranged marriage. I know she would have an awesome mother in law and awesome family...so, lets make a deal!
What a cute little man you have!!! I love it!
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