being goosed on the sabbath.....

"hella" makes me look cool often and if she were the first child i would be in a puddle on the floor all melted from red cheeks, instead...

i laugh.

dropping her off to the nursery in church can be sticky. new leaders that she's not sure about caused her to bury her head into my hiney in my knee length dress. putting her little head, nuzzling it right up my haunches, causing me to talk in a high pitched voice.
trying to keep my wrap dress from giving onlookers a blushing face i was falling to pieces in giggles.

{ i do it often.....its how i cope}

she wouldn't leave my hiney, wouldn't not for the mention of gum or dollies. all hiding in my exit. i was on my tippy toes trying to escape her head and her arms wrapped around my legs made the task no easier. finally. walking 3 inches above onlookers on my tippy toes we exited the nursery to find s.mac. gracing the halls with our circus act, how classy i kept thinking....

worked like a charm, she walked right into the nursery with s.mac on her hand.....

she must know the smells that come from his hiney.....{hehehe}