Holy song books, Batman!
What a tuneful weekend!
On Saturday we moved Miss Helping Hands back to cawlidge.
It may not seem like a happy thing to draw on an Inchie, but...
The move-in went more smoothly and quickly than ever before (Thank you, Prince Charming).
Miss Helping Hands looked happy when we left.
A college education is a great privilege.
And...
...singing hymns with Prince Charming on the way home was heavenly.
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On Sunday, we had the blessing of a nice visit with our married shoots, and a few hours of caring for the Little Man.
When I keep the Little Man, I always let him play until he's quite ready to snuggle up in my lap with a cup of milk and his blanket to get ready for sleep.
And then I sing.
And, believe me, if you heard me sing, you'd go to sleep to get away from it, too.
I usually ask him what he wants me to sing.
"Do you want me to sing Kookaburra?"
Yes.
Yes.
"Mary Had a Little Lamb (there are six verses).
Yes.
But his new favorite is the one that has hand gestures.
He is trying to do them with me now.
"One little, two little, three little Indians..."