Five years ago when we built our existing house, the neighbor across the fence had several miniature donkeys. They were cute, but they would often bray very loudly. Jesse and I often mistook their braying for Toby’s yelling. I don’t remember how many times I ran to find Toby – to see if he was okay or if he needed me. He was incredulous asking, "You mean I sound like a braying donkey?" Well, yeah, but it was the wind, building noises, donkey and your hollering that was confusing. So now then, when he needs us, he will purposefully make a donkey noise to get our attention.
Yesterday I had art with my big girls. Toby teased them about not wearing overalls so they could help out with the decking. One father that dropped his daughter off for art had planned to do some fishing in our pond, but he helped Toby instead. Also a big brother stayed to help Toby. By the time I was finished with art, Toby was finished with the decking – yeha! I only had to do a little to help Toby finish the job. Of course it started raining as soon as we were done – like clockwork. We ended up spreading plastic over the deck. Here is a pic of the girls and the fish they caught in our pond.
Jesse said that I was "over the top" with my last post on reasons she would make a good wife. Hey, it is my plan! Something else that cracked me up while we had the GGs over the weekend was their playing with Toby’s walkie-talkies. Jesse was helping me fix breakfast Sunday morning, when GBN1 handed her a walkie-talkie. GBN1 ran off into the bedroom to talk to Jes. I heard Jesse say, "Hey little buddy, this is Big Bird! We have a situation here!" GBN1 was so excited. She didn’t miss a beat replying, "I’ll be right there!" Jesse gave the usual, "Ten-four, little buddy. Big Bird, over and out!"