Not only that he was dressed appropriately: 
Well, maybe not... This happens to be his favorite outfit, and he asks to wear it whenever her sees it. I too love it and thank my mom for buying it for him. We just happened to be wearing it yesterday. We didn't know until we were headed downtown for a speaker at our church that the cement truck would arrive at 12:30. We rearranged the rest of our day so we could be there. 
Since having children {especially the third}, laundry has become what could be a full-time job. Maybe it's just my children but they can be quite messy particularly this time of year when we are living outside. In the past couple of weeks, I have been trying to embrace stains on their clothes. I am trying to have a new attitude about these stains and not get so bent out of shape. I spend a whole lot of time and energy trying to get stains out. I pre-treat, I soak, I wash, I re-soak, etc... But in reality there are just some stains that are going to be there forever. I'm trying to retrain my brain on stains ~ instead of getting frustrated with those stains, I am trying to see them as memories. For example, that orange paint on Mary Frances' bishop is a reminder of many things ~ she loves school, she loves to paint, draw, write, etc, she is creative. Those gray tinged shirts Stephen takes off each afternoon are a reminder of how much he LOVES to be outside and how hard he plays. Well today Walker made his own memory through a stain.
As he was watching the cement truck, he backed into a bucket covered in tar. Now you know as well as I do ~ that tar is not coming out. I won't even try!
My dad will say something to the effect of "you've come a long way baby!"
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