Sunday, March 15, 2009

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep...

Grace's prayer tonight went something like this:

"Heavenly Father,

Please bless me to set the table.

Please bless Karlee to set it tomorrow.

I am sad because she set the table today.

Thank Thee for Mommy

and Daddy

and Jesus.

Thank Thee for the Leaves

and the trees.

And please bless our trees to grow.


Saturday, March 14, 2009

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

I've never considered myself very emotional. I probably cry 3-4 times a year. But compared to my husband, I'm a bawling boob.

Brad shed his last tear the first time he saw Old Yeller die, which must have been over 15 years ago. Hasn't cried since.

Until last night.

We were watching the following Dr. Pepper commercial:

Then it was over. And Brad quipped, "I might be getting choked up."

The thought of him getting emotional over the Cheers song was, frankly, hilarious.

I laughed. And I turned toward him in time to see a little pool of saltwater resting in his crow's feet.

Leaving our friends in Carlsbad is obviously taking its toll. That, or the hydrocodone easing his toothache is also disabling his stoicism.

Maybe both.

Monday, March 9, 2009

The Fort that Brad Built.

It was last week. I came home from late from work and found the girls like this:

and this:
and this.
And this is how they are all day (nearly). 

I love their sweet daddy.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Dipping Grahams

After pouring the munchkin a bowl of cereal, I walked away. I usually don't sit and watch her eat breakfast. 

Maybe from now on I should.

Because I would have loved to see her carefully scoop out each fruity loop in that bowl, 
and get herself some of these:

The kid is resourceful.