Just doing my job

This has been Ryan's slogan for the last two weeks. I don't know where he picked it up but it's too funny. My sister (Trudy) sent us a huge box filled with framed pictures that were wrapped in bubble wrap and styrofoam. Ryan had a field day playing with it all. We used the styrofoam as fishing poles and the box as a boat...after all it's "Not a box" (a great book for little kids mommies). We played spaceship and race cars. It was great.

After all the fun, I told Ryan we had to clean up the mess. So I got trash bags and we sang the "clean up" song (every one of you should know this song, if you don't you will soon). Two bags full of bubble wrap and styrofoam and Ryan insisted on helping me take them to the garage. "Ryan, thank you for helping mommy clean up the mess. That's a good job buddy." "No problem mom, I'm just doing my job." HA! It's like that when he puts his cup in the sink, clothes thrown on the floor, pulling toilet paper off the roll around the entire first floor..."just doing my job mom, just doing my job."

So this morning I had to get a small splinter or cactus prick out of his heel before we put shoes on for school. "Thanks for fixing my boo boo mommy." "you're welcome Ryan." "it's all better now, thanks for doing your job."

Pancake maker, butt wiper, snot sucker outer, dish washer, clothes folder, Tim nagger, railroad track builder, boo boo fixer, diaper changer, tear wiper, joke laugher, floor sweeper/moper, bad hair day comber, infrequent blogger, Tim lover, bubble blower, play-dough roller, ball kicker, catch helper, splinter getter-outer, bed tucker-inner, dog washer, bike rider teacher, monster hugger and kiss getter. Just doing my job.

I'm sure there's tons I'm leaving out, but what a great job I have to do! I must be the luckiest mom and wife ever.