We held a Twitter festival last night to benefit a charity called White Fields. A lot of people pitched in and made it a success! We were able to bring in over $2,000 and all of it will help provide equine therapy for severely abused or neglected boys in permanent custody of DHS in Oklahoma City.
Okay, here’s where I become one of “those” mothers. I’m proud of my little boy. Of the two of us, he is the one with the most patience (as is best, since I could try the patience of a freaking SAINT).
This was our promotion video for Twestival. I fed Beaux the lines and he tried them over and over until he found the verbiage that worked best for him. “I’m going to cut that in half!” he’d say, and proceed to word the thing better than I had done.
I gave birth to this. I wish I could take credit for his sweet little (patient) heart, but it’s all him.
Thank you baby doll!
Ahem… honey, I know you hate it when I call you “baby doll.” I just can’t help it.
Now, come here so I can pinch those cheeks. Wait! Where are you going in such a hurry? Well, hey, can you bring me a soda when you come back?
