I have been so very frustrated. It just seems that the little guy just isn't getting it. If I take my eyes off of him for
Not really. He still has his moments of being sweet and completely capturing my heart over again, but those moments have been few and far between.
Yesterday was HORRIBLE.....
|I don't know why this is sideways.|
But, this is my fireplace that little man proceeded to empty while I cleaned up his Bisquick out of our dining room.
|And these are his soot-y little handprints all over my hearth.|
|Said soot-y hands..... cute, little chubby hands.|
And, then, I check my email to receive this precious picture from little man's fabulous teacher. She took it during chapel today when Santa said, "Let me pray with you. Will you pray with me?"
Definitely made my heart smile. My little cowboy. Even though he is a complete stinker, he's adorable. It makes me so proud to know that we are getting through to him.... that he already understands prayer at the young age of 2. It gives me hope that we can instill a love for Christ in him. That there is hope despite his little tantrums and mischievous actions!