If You Give a Mom a Moment: Aidan's New Toy Holder

Sunday, January 20

Aidan's New Toy Holder

Aidan found my calculator in my purse last night. He was pushing buttons, and asking me to read the number ("nine million, nine hundred ninety nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine"). I was working on my YW lesson, so I was only half paying attention. I vaguely realized that he had taken my purse out of the living room and into his room. When he came back in, he was holding my purse over his shoulder with a great big smile on his face.

When I looked inside, this is what I found:

I guess he thinks my new purse is a perfect train holder. Maybe I'll go to the dollar store and get him a bucket so he doesn't adopt my purse full-time!!!

Ethan buttoned his entire shirt up by himself today. I've never even shown him how to button. What a big boy!

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Vickie said...: Get Aidan one of those big plastic things that has handles like a purse. I'm npt sure a bucket will do the trick.

Yea for Ethan! What a big boy.

Nana; January 20, 2008 at 2:16 PM

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