Children born during one's youth are like arrows in a warrior's hand...blessed is the man whose quiver if full of them
Friday, September 11, 2009
And where does the youngest of 11 children sleep...
...well under a table of course!
I came downstairs after I put the next to youngest to bed and I could not figure out where the baby mysteriously disappeared to! A concerned look must have been on my face. My husband said while pointing to the table, "I figured that was the safest place to put him!"
Never would have thought of that one!:) Maybe that's why all of our boys like to crawl under things! Thanks a lot dad!