Josiah came to visit...

and he played...


and he played...

and then a MIGHTY flood came (by means of a little boy grabbing on to a 3 gal fish tank) and then his mommy and i cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and cleaned

here is Nehemiah's fish in a temporary location, as of this post he is still alive since his stressful ordeal.

To end it all Josiah cried and cried while we cleaned and cleaned. Jess kept telling him he was ok and to stop crying. When we had soaked up enough we stopped for a moment and changed him out of his soaking wet clothes. It was then that we realized the poor little dude hurt his foot.

one more thing...Jess, my lawyers will be contacting you shortly to arrange a settlement of a can of carpet freshner and a smoothie from jamba juice.