Sunday, May 15, 2011


Peter loves hard boiled eggs.  We have to hide them so that he won't be asking to eat them everyday. Obviously, he is not able to distinguish the hard boiled eggs to the raw eggs - yet.  This morning before church, we found two raw eggs cracked open on the counter and the bottom shelf of the fridge. I cleaned up the mess.  After church, when I was trying to crack some eggs to stir fry rice for lunch, this was what I got... it almost threw me off balance. :)

Yeah... Peter found the hard boiled stash and put them in with the raw eggs thinking himself being helpful...


Melinda said...

How sweet! I love it when Drew and Carter do things they think are helpful. :-)


I am popping over from Gg - Notes on the Journey to say thanks from the bottom of my heart for your recent support during my dad's open heart surgery. He is doing so well.

Over 60 comments with prayers and well wishes, including yours. Such sweetness. It helped me not feel quite so alone, having recently moved to Chicago.