Snow Days

You would think that after having my husband home without a job for 4 months I would be glad to have him gone. It's true, I'm glad he has a job, but I still greatly enjoy the days when he gets to either stay home or come home early due to weather. He's home, the little boys get extra time with him. We all instinctively climb in the bed to spend the whole afternoon snuggly and warm and we'll have something warm and comforting for dinner. I'm thinking biscuits and gravy. See? Even inclement weather has it's bright side.

Glimpses of the Past

Last night my ten year old wasn't feeling great and she ended up sleeping in the living room. As I was leaving I got one of those "Don't leave until I'm asleep" looks, so I sat on the couch and waited for her to fall asleep. As I sat there she looked at me and I could tell she was trying to stay awake, but her eyes kept closing and her head kept tilting. She fell asleep in mere seconds. Crazy thing is I didn't just see her falling asleep. I could actually see her as a little baby nodding off. It was like seeing her in two times. I could see her pretty little almost a teenager face, and her perfect little angel baby face all at the same time. It made me fall asleep with a smile on my face.

Feeling Human

Waking up in the morning after a long weekend of food poisoning I finally feel human again. Sure I am an exhausted human, but I'm awake and not doubled over.

Lick-a-beaters

Apparently when my husband was young when his mom would make cookies he would ask for the lick-a-beater, so that is now what all spoons, beaters and paddles are referred as. Every one wants the lick-a-beater. My oldest child sneaks into the kitchen when nobody else is looking and asks me really quietly, like she doesn't want any one to know she still likes it. My youngest child doesn't even wait until I'm done mixing to ask. I have pictures of my oldest when she was two sitting on her grandpas lap while they both had a lick-a-beater. Last week when I made cookies with the girls at church, a shy little twelve year old girl who doesn't talk much asked me if she could have the spoon. Don't tell me the woes of eating raw egg in the cookie dough, The real risk comes when you put that perfectly good lick-a-beater in the sink.

Beads

We went to the Cub Scout Blue and Gold Banquet last night. Eli received two beads and is very, very close to getting his bear. It was great watching him stand up there so proud of himself while trying to look like he didn't care.

Kids Talking Like Grown Ups

I love it when kids talk like they are tiny little grown ups. Love it when they not only use big words, but they use them in the right context. The younger the kid, the better. Oh, and when you tell your husband how much you love it and the kid looks up at you and says, "I am a grome up." That's the best especially when you say, "You are?" and he answers back, "Ya..... I am a mall (small) grome up." then instantly falls asleep when he's done with his sentence.

Spices

I love buying new spices, the smell when you open that bottle for the first time is to die for. Then, there is discovering a spice you have never used before. The possibilities waiting for you in that little bottle are endless. Spices = adventures in the kitchen.