You
have to be careful, very careful when venturing into my home.  One never knows
what may happen . . .

The other evening while chatting on the phone with Janae I walked around the
house picking things up and putting them away.  I gathered items from the living
room and delivered them to their rightful spots around the house.  After making
a stop in my bedroom I turned to leave the room pausing for a moment at the
dresser by the door. 

That’s when it happened, out of nowhere as if from the sky a three year old
landed right on my head.  I screamed.  I screamed again.  As I looked up in
shock I saw Joshua fleeing the scene, cackling triumphantly along his way.   “Ah
HA HA, I a dangerous boy!” I yelled something about leaving me out of his
dangerous feats.  Actually I’m not sure what I said you’d have to ask Nae.

After surveying the scene of the crime it became apparent that the young
deviant had laid in wait on my bed, waiting for just the right moment he set his
plan into motion.  Running across the king size pillow top he took a flying leap
and hit his mark, which was a good 4 feet away.  He easily could have missed his
mother and hit the wall, the dresser or the hard wood floor.  Three year olds
don’t think of these things they only live for adventure.

Joshua is my “wild child”, doing things the older siblings would only dream
of.  He lives on the edge, always “ready to rock” staring danger in the face
he’ll conquer the world in one afternoon.  Rock and Roll runs through his veins
he is the quintessence of cool.

Perhaps to balance his character God has also created in him a compassionate
and gentle spirit.  He is the most affectionate of my offspring.  Always armed
with a squeeze or a hug he’ll sooth your soul with his kind kisses and charming
cuddles.  Often taking a break from his antics to profess his love, somehow his
sweet warmth tames his wild nature.   

Having said that .
. . . . . . this kid is driving me crazy.