On our trips to drop Dave at the airport, Jonathan looks for trams that connect the terminals. And, we've discussed that trams are just little trains. So, we were just playing with his trains, and he said: "mom, this is a tram because it's little, and it's taking this sick, blue man to the hospital." What a riot.
Friday, January 21, 2011
2011_01_21 Friday
We got about 6 inches of snow overnight. Dave got out there super early and shoveled. Elise got up around 8, and so we snuggled/played; Jonathan joined us closer to 9, and we all snuggled/played until about 10. By then, everyone's tummies were growling. So, I got Elise dressed; meanwhile, Jonathan went to the bathroom all by himself AND then he got his own clothes out AND dressed himself this morning. He sure was proud too. I nearly cried!! My little guy is a big boy.
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If he's blue, it must be the sick man's heart not pumping enough oxygen. Better make sure the tram takes the patient quickly to the nearest hospital.
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