funny story. . . .

So yesterday we get home from the grocery store and I ask Micah to run up the stairs and check in the living room for any guys that could help me bring the groceries upstairs. He's gone for quite some time and I am thinking he got distracted. Oh well, 8 bags of groceries, one little tot on the hip and one baby in the belly. I can do this. Just as I'm getting ready to take the first load up the stairs I hear Micah come downstairs with one of our residents, Sam, and I am so relieved.

The funny part about this story is that Micah couldn't find anybody on the first floor...or the second floor...or the third floor. He finally found Sam brushing his teeth in the bathroom on the fourth floor and asked him to come all the way down to help me. Now that's a child dedicated to his mission! Later that evening he prayed that God would make mommy better soon. Perhaps I'm being a little overly dramatic about how big my belly is getting and how hard it is to chase two kids around with the extra poundage! ha. Sorry buddy, we've still got 3 months left!

Big brother