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Thanks Bea. And thanks for the Sonic gift card too. I already put a dent in it. :)
Do you get Kraft Food & Family magazine in your (junk) mail? Basically, it is a glorified advertisement for all things Kraft, but it has some really great and easy recipes in it. Last night, I tried two of them from the current issue. I am sure that you can find them online... here is the version of them that I made.


Last night there was a need for a substantial punishment for an 8-year-old boy that lives in our home. The first several attempts at disciplining him did not have the effect that we had hoped for, so he was grounded to his room for an hour. Thinking of all of the moral lessons that were possibly learned in that hour, I asked, "Did you learn anything while you were in your room?" He promptly answered, "Yep... An hour is a LONG time."
My baby is two. I can hardly say it out loud... He will be three in two days. With the other kids, I get all sentimental and "I can't believe that another year has passed." each year on their birthdays, but with this one - the one that seems to be my last - I am really saddened by the crossing of the bridge into 3-year-old-hood. I held him in church last night and cried at the thought that I will probably not ever bring a baby back to this place. I sat outside on our patio and snuggled him this morning and cried some more. I read an Arthur book to him on the couch a while after that and cried again. I can't really wrap my brain around the fact that this is it. The thing that I thought that my life was all about is ending. Maybe. The thing that I waited for all of those years is over. Perhaps. The thing that I love to do and do well is coming to a close. It seems. I am digging my heels in and praying for peace in the midst of this life that I have been given all at the same time. It is hard. Today is hard. Today I am having a hard time surrendering to another's plan or destiny or choices for my life. But for today and tomorrow, I have a 2-year-old. Until Tuesday, I still have that.