Just count to 10

Tonight as I was putting Eliana to bed she prayed, “And bless dad and Dominic and me to have a good time while mom’s in Chicago and help him not to get frustrated.”

Then afterwards, as I was cuddling with her and rubbing her legs — a mandatory going to bed practice for Ellie Belly — she said, “Dad, if you get frustrated, just count to 10.”

Now where does she hear things like that? And where does a four year-old learn to boss her parents around like that?

She was just so darn cute about it though that all I could do was smile and say okay.

Dominic was out like a light after his four once bottle of warmed milk.

After our walk tonight he and Ellie played with toys for about half-an-hour before bedtime. I think they were worn out.

Vickey’s safely in Chicago attending the annual Pampered Chef conference. She missed the conference last year because of Dominic’s birth. She always looks forward to the new products, new ideas and rejuvenated energy she gets from conference.

Don’t worry about us, hon. We’re doing just fine.

But please come back soon so you can change Dominic’s poopy diapers.