First things first

Late this afternoon, Mark came over with the children. I was on the computer trying to finish my previous blog when I heard Clay and Livvy enter the house. When our church group went to New York City several years ago, I bought this little magnet telephone which resembles a pay phone. I put the phone on the side of my refrigerator which is beside the kitchen door. Well, when it rings I know that Clay has entered the premises because he always...always has to push the little receiver and make it ring. (A few weeks ago, it quit ringing and I missed it so much when Clay comes that I had to make a special trip to find a battery that would fit it). After I got it working properly again I placed it where Clay would have no trouble reaching it. Well, today, when he and Livvy came into the house, Mark and PaPa were outside and I was blogging. All of a sudden, the little phone started ringing...I smiled knowing who had arrived. Then, both Livvy and Clay started calling, "MaBoo...MaBoo...are you here, MaBoo?" I called out to them and they came running into the study yelling, "MaBoo, the phone is ringing! Did you hear the phone? Come and answer the phone!" Clay, with his dimples shining, pulled at my arm to come on; of course, I jumped up and ran; therefore, I had no idea how I finished my first blog or if I had even completed the sentence. First things first, I say, and that is Clay and Livvy (and that's what they say, too! If you don't believe that, just ask them!)