Sunday night after Quito convention ended, Linda Ogden and I spent the night with Caleb and Diana McLean and their two sweet boys. When we arrived, I took over baby duty so C & D could get their things hauled inside and put away. I had my jacket on and was getting quite warm, so I asked 6-year-old J if he could help me pull my sleeve off. (It was a little hard to do solo while holding the baby.) He obligingly pulled off the right sleeve that I had worked partially down my arm and then walked around me to help with the other sleeve. When the job was completed, I thanked J for his help, to which he confidently replied, "I'm your hero." That you are, buddy. That you are.
Later, J came up to us with a "reworked" card for Linda and me. It was addressed to "Las Lindas." This ends up being a bit of a play on words - Linda's actual name and "Lindas" which would technically translate to "the beautiful ones." I'm not sure which one he meant, and we didn't ask. :-)
Baby A seemed to be okay with being in my arms most of the evening.
And I certainly didn't have a problem with it!
No comments:
Post a Comment