Wiggly did it

  This is the price slacker parents pay. We sleep in, he hangs out quietly but

  busy on our bed.

Never mind the intermittent “thonk” on the head, Wiggly's way of asking us to read him the book he just “thonked” us with or the tractor he leaves behind for us to painfully lay on later in the day.

  My dish washing assistant's handiwork. My assistant who asks, “Mommy, can I help you do ditches, pfwueee?” How can one refuse?

 

His way of helping me hang clothes.

The shirt says it all.

  And then I came across this one day... he calls it a cross.

Caught red handed....

 

  A certain puppy wasn't so in favor of the act.

  Wiggly found a better place to hang a fly swatter. 

 

  Left boot, Left foot!

 Way to go Wiggly!

  His tractor shed.

   Line up ....

  or I will make you line up!

 There is a pattern going on here...

  Our shoes all lined up and “put away.

  This is still one of my favorites .

   Behold: our new Bible holder and cup holder.

Perfect fit!

  Purple one bites the dust.

  I normally don't take pictures of this kind of disobedience/lack of self control, but I couldn't let this one go. It is after all purple.

Not in pictures: shoes in my cooler bag I used to carry his milk in; tractor inside my apron pocket.

Our son keeps things so interesting day after day. I wish I have all his antics on record. I simply don't.

AC