SCRAM! Your fired!

As some of you have heard that is the new phrase going around at our house after a hilarous take on the apprentice appeared on sesame Street. If you haven't heard it, its worth calling to hear it from Mason. He latched right on to the phrase, and after several 'firings', and trying to reason with him that no one can make his daily cheese sandwiches like I can, I have decided to give up, and turn all the mothering over to Isaiah. Matbe Ruby will appreciate me. Other than that life goes on as normal at the Guymon household. I had that blessing of meeting two girls at church yesterday who easily volunteered their help to watch the kids when the baby does come. Huge relief for me, and a speedy answer to a prayer. I have another Dr. apt. tomorrow, and soon I will be on the weekly visits, how fast if comes! Mason has finally been going to nursery, but we end up staying, not so much because he needs us to, but because the other children whose parents has dared to ditch need us. Ig is working on perfecting writing his S and Z's, which has been a bit of a trial of patience for me. Clint had a breakthrough at work the other day after learning a new programing language, and using it to tap the system for info. (I really have no idea what he does for work). Ok, well 'the boss' apparently forgot he fired me, because he is in need of my services. We love you all. guymons