To Love

 Our first morning there I awakened to the smell of cinnamon bread.  My mother dearest made 15 loaves and had the baking dishes washed by 8 am.




 Love this of my little brother Mark -- that big boy all grown up, but still laying beside the children in his suit.

 Maisie's hair cut.
 More cousin time.
 Mom's cooking.

 Fireworks.
 Church.




 Trampoline time.

 Late nights.
 Night games.
 Sleep overs.

 Breakfast.
 Parades.

I found myself belly laughing on two occasions yesterday -- a habit I've given up, but need to start again.

I came upstairs to find Meg running out of the office and Andy calling after her, "You just left me here to rot?"  You see, Andy and Meg were supposed to be getting their daily chores and tasks done, but were playing on the computer.  It was so funny.  Did Meg really think I wouldn't see her running out of the office, clunking in her Oobies?  Did she really think if I only caught Andy he wouldn't tattle on her?

Then at dinner Andy prayed, "We're thankful Mom tolerated us today."  I did more than just attempt to tolerate, I attempted to nurture.  Attempted.  But at least he noticed I tried.  It was so funny that I had to hold in my laughter until after the prayer.  I think a few giggles escaped early.

I can't even believe it, but Maddie is 5!  We spent the day celebrating her.

 I gave him a new suit and got his Italian leather shoes resoled, so that he would look the part as, "Father of our ward."
 The rest of the last week as follows:
I took only the two little boys to buy our weekly produce and milk.  Simplest shopping trip ever, both ride in the cart.

"What have you been up to?" you ask.  OK, you probably don't.
A hair cut.
 Holding little boys.
 Listening to the coos of Baby.

 Making raw crackers.
 Making dinner.
 Getting a foot massage.
 Making breakfast with Eddie's "twin" egg.
 Reading.