Show Them you Love Them

I found this link on a friend's blog and loved the suggestions of simple ways we can show our kids we love them. Click HERE to read it.

                                       Me with my mom 1983-ish.

Not to Brag or Anything, but...

I'm sort of proud of these. I signed up to contribute a dessert to the school auction, thinking it would be a bake sale kind of thing. Turns out the desserts are being auctioned off, and I do NOT want to be the person who made the undesirable dessert. "Anyone? Come on folks, it's for a good cause. A dollar? Anybody?"

The pressure! So I racked my brain and came up with these. I think they'll be delish - I haven't actually eaten one yet, but what can be bad about cream cheese, fresh strawberries, and dark chocolate? More important in this situation though is that they're pretty. By the time someone has forked over their money it will be too late. Muahahaha.

What Goes On in the Back Seat

The boys' conversation on the way home from scouts tonight:

THERON: Did you know if you get hit in the front of the head you can change your whole personality? A girl in my class knows someone who hit her head really hard and her parents were happy because all of a sudden she was a lot more responsible.
SETH: You mean she did her homework when her parents weren't home?
THERON: Yep....But don't hit me in the head, okay Mom?
(pause)
THERON: I've always had a lot of arm hair.
SETH: Well I've always had a lot of armpit hair.
THERON: No you haven't.
SETH: Yes I have, but at least I don't lick my armpits (gives armpit licking demonstration).
(pause)
THERON: What's your dream car?
SETH: (describes his dream car).
THERON: Well what's your dream house?
SETH: My dream car IS my dream house. I can live in my car and be a hobo.

Great. A pit-licking hobo. Regardless, I wouldn't hit the fronts of those two heads for all the world.