Saturday, March 01, 2008

Mount Sinai

Even though i'll never get entirely used to it, i am gradually becoming less and less surprised by the aftermath of a Thomas's increasing independence.

Example: Finding the house's last roll of toilet paper in an unraveled pile on the bathroom floor (bottom yet unwipe-ed) and hearing it described by the culprit as "the mountain of Moses" brings me only joy these days. We'll soon learn to repress our desire to reenact the morning's Bible story with essential personal hygiene items.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You are so right! It's one of those 'treasures' to keep in your heart. Mom.

mama said...

Aw, the memories...mine seem to have a lot of time consuming clean-ups involved. Like the one of the big sister shampooing her younger brother's hair with a healthy combo of coffee crystals (yes, it was instant coffee) and eggs. With the professional lighting given off by the open fridge door. Oh, I shouldn't forget to mention that we were all just cleaned up and on our way to an appointment...even these memories we treasure. Some simply take more time than others.