Once upon a time there was a mother who cared deeply for her children's well being. She hand picked carrots, celery, onions, zucchini, cabbage, barley, kidney beans, and spices. Then she washed them and chopped them and simmered them into a delicious soup.
She placed the bowls full of delicious goodness in front of her children for dinner. When dinner was over all but the mandatory bites of soup were left in the bowl and traces of the dinner were left on the table, chairs, and floor. Coaxing them to eat this meal took more energy from her than the amount of calories she consumed in her own bowl of soup.
Well, that same mother one night blew all health caution to the wind and bought a box of macaroni and cheese for $.97. She followed the cooking directions on the box...putting in a half stick of butter and bright orange powder which has unknown origins.
When she placed this meal in front of her children she could barely restrain them from eating before a prayer was given. And once "amen" was said, it was as if a gun had been shot to start a race. It was a race to get a second helping...and then even ask for a third helping only to find out there was NOTHING left. Not a trace of food. When the food was gone, the mother checked for damages, but there were none (at least to the visible eye)...the table was clean, the chairs were clean, the floor was clean, and the plates barely needed a rinse before placing them in the dishwasher.
That is the end of this sad tale of two meals.
Yesterday was Patriots Day.
It starts early...5:45, with a re-enactment in Lexington.
I am amazed we won...not this encounter...because we didn't...but the war.
I still get all those antsy feelings for the runners.
And it ends with ice cream with friends at Kimball Farms.
Anna had a 4 layer blowout.
James' gift started with a cry.
And Daniel learned the lesson about cutting hair...his own.
Phew, I'm glad birthdays only happen once a year.
Dear James,
We spent the crisp, sunny day at the park. We enjoyed PB & J on the new grass. For breakfast, we got donuts...the good ones...the 20 minute drive ones. And dinner was a BBQ...the first one of the year.
I love the way you "twalk". This "gwrill" is in love with you, my little boy. I love how you gather the family together. I love how you laugh. I love how you get so excited you can't even stand it. You are bursting with sunshine. I hope you always feel the sunshine of life.
Today we are all wearing our Texas shirts. Why you ask? Because our Dad is on his way home from the motherland. He had to "work" there. That is why we got this picture from him the other day.
I am kind of missing the motherland these days. I like hearing "all y'all". I like it when strangers return your "hellos" when you greet them on the street. I like how warm it is. I love the Texas pride. But for now I have to bid adieu to the motherland. One day I will be back to bask in your sunshine and eat your bbq.
This guy broke our neighbors window with a soccer ball the other day. He gets paid $.25 every time he vacuums the rug. He will most likely have it paid off before congress can agree on a budget...and definitely have it paid off before the national debt is.
For April fools, we made...
sponge cake for our dads.
The kids thought it was hilarious.
