Three kids are upstairs playing church--but it sure is loud up there.
Waid is wandering around and singing. He wanders around alot. Even when standing in 1 spot, he rocks from foot to foot. When I am getting them ready for bed at night, I sing the old Lawrence Welk song ---good night, sleep tight, and pleasant dreams to you-----yes, I am telling my age. Anyway, Waid is wandering around singing it, or at least his understanding of the way the words are said. Each time he says the --good night--part, he runs over to the couch and lays his head down for a second. Too cute.