A Memory

A memory I don't want to forget...

Being outside on the deck with dinner guests when a gallon of ice cream pops out the doggy door, followed by a hard-working 11 month old. He had opened the bottom freezer all by himself, retrieved the ice cream, pushed it across the kitchen floor, through the family room, heaved it out the doggy door, and then crawled through after it. A baby with a mission.

Yes, of course he got a big bowl after all that hard work!









Here he is with big sister, almost all grown up.



I wish I had written down more of the entertaining things my kids did when they were little, but at the time they were little it was all I could do to keep up with them, the house, work, life.

Now that they are a little older and a little (not much, just a little) more independent, I try to reach back into my mind and bring forth those little memories that I used to think of when I needed a "happy thought". Time and age are cruel however, and I find I can remember less and less of those things I thought I would never forget.

So, thanks for indulging me as I jot down that little memory of a one year old so a year from now, two years from now, I can still remember. It may be one of those things where "you had to be there", but trust me, it was pretty funny.