Hey, you are setting up too high of a standard here, I'm not doing it. Men are spoiled already with delicious dinners, clean laundry, ESPN and......well, you know what I mean.
LOVE this post! I was totally expecting something cute with your boys or Lily. I may have to postlift this prespective one day (of course attributing it to you. =)
You are so great to do that for Bryan. I hardly ever iron for my boys. =)
wow! you really must love him. Lucky for me Tim doesn't let me iron his shirts. I dont do it right...i guess its kind of like how men dont "know how to do the dishes" (or whatever they tell us).
I was getting the boys dressed for church when Cole asked me, "Mom, how did the baby get in your tummy?" I told him, "Heavenly Father put it there." Jace then laughed and said, "That's just weird. Then you would have had to swallow something."
Cole was playing on the iPod with the volume turned up extremely loud. After saying his name multiple times, I finally yelled it. He then yelled back at me, "WHAT!! You're drivin' me nuts! I'm gonna pop you like a bubble!!" (And yes, I had to hide around the corner to hide my laughter before I could do any disciplining for his sassy-ness.)
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What a woman, Ashlee!! I hope he loves you 18 shirts back!!!! You are a stalwart!!
Freshly Ironed shirts are one of my favorites too, right after clean bed sheets.
You are seriously Nuts!! I would tell him to do it himself!! YES you do love him..I hate Ironing :)
Hey, you are setting up too high of a standard here, I'm not doing it. Men are spoiled already with delicious dinners, clean laundry, ESPN and......well, you know what I mean.
LOVE this post! I was totally expecting something cute with your boys or Lily. I may have to postlift this prespective one day (of course attributing it to you. =)
You are so great to do that for Bryan. I hardly ever iron for my boys. =)
wow! you really must love him. Lucky for me Tim doesn't let me iron his shirts. I dont do it right...i guess its kind of like how men dont "know how to do the dishes" (or whatever they tell us).
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