Today I am going to clean out the fridge. Really. I am. At some point. I really despise this chore and I've put it off for weeks. But I'm hosting Thanksgiving and I don't want people to see my normally skeezy fridge. I know - vanity.
Potty training is not going so well. Nathan had 5 'accidents' yesterday. I expect about the same today. I'm hoping that by Wed or Thurs, something will click and he'll at least tell me BEFORE he's peed. But right now it's kinda cute when he comes walking over to me with his legs spread wide and says "I poop on Thomas!".
This past Sunday we celebrated Thanksgiving with our church. Had a big hall, lots of people, lots of food. After we ate, Pastor Verne said that whoever wanted could come to the front and give their testimony, or tell what they are thankful for. My Hannah decided right away that she wanted to speak. She walked right up to the microphone, faced about 150 people and said:
"I'm thankful that God made the world. And He made it perfect before Adam was born. And my Mommy and Daddy and baby Peanut. And this is kinda funny! We call the baby in Mommy's tummy Peanut!"