The day has finally come! When my 5 year old comes running out of the bedroom (suppose to be sleeping) "Mama!! I can read!!! I can read this book!!!!" I think I started crying. Of course it was just a BOB book, but do you think I care? She's finally getting it. I'm just so happy for her. After the second one, she complained her throat hurt and was done with it.
And Canaan is proud to announce he is cracking eggs every a.m. and scrambling them up for the family. (He really does well I might add) Oh! Stop growing up please!!!