Daniel continues to be a challenge to keep up with. Someone has said, "if you don't keep a child busy you deserve what they're going to do to you." That is indeed the case with this child. If I don't get ahead of him at the beginning of the day I'll be picking up the pieces after him all day long.
His latest training exercise has been learning to stay out of the refrigerator. After one container of French dressing was drizzled over the living room carpet, back the hallway, and dumped in the office; 9 eggs broken on the kitchen and living room floors; and half a stick of margarine eaten; and half a gallon of Kool- aid dumped on the kitchen floor mommy has taken a stand. The closest verbal picture I can give you is a tornado on legs. Little boys like this were meant to be outside where their energy can be put to good use digging, climbing, and running. We're thankful that he seems to have a tender spirit and pray that God will keep him pliable. In the picture of him (that I couldn't catch him looking at me) in the kitchen he was eating his first yellow marshmallow peep that Grandma and Grandpa Slagenweit sent him. I don't know how kids stand them but they seemed to be a hit.
