Cleaning the house is soo much slower (and so much sweeter) when Malachi is behind me, pushing my wheelchair where he wants me to go. it’s ok for now but when he gets old enough to know better, YOU BET I’m gonna smack his hands when he tries to push. (I don’t like it!!!) (but I love it now!!! so small, so sweet)

e.g. we’re throwing away Old tangerines from the refrigerator, but I’m stuck in the laundry room I can’t get out without rolling over his fingers. Help! but don’t help! I love it!