To Better Yourself IV
Sometimes I have ideas, moments or thoughts that I want to share with you, but I don't think they would make a good blog post all alone. All together though... they'd qualify as a blog post.Today, I'm sharing timeless wisdom and some random moments with you. To better yourself (see how thoughtful I am?) and to let you know me better (well, it's my blog). I've done this before. And before. And even before. So, today you get To B

A Picture Perfect Family
The Boy had a costume party yesterday afternoon. Naturally, everyone in the family decked themselves out in some kind of get up (ok, not Wee Babe... he was napping and sick). Quite the good lookin' crowd, eh? We didn't buy anything except for two costumes: the birthday boy's choice (Bumblebee, in case you

Singing at Breakfast
Today is my sweet son's eleventh birthday. In honor of the occasion, I decided to introduce a just as sweet delicacy to my children. Something I knew they would love. Something I knew would fill their gullets with happiness. Something I knew would inspire singing their mother's praise at the breakfast table.It was all that and more. (Yes, one child really did sing about me!)What was said delicacy?Monkey Bread

Veggie Up!
Ok, I admit I'm in a rut. A vegetable rut. I'd like to help my kiddos appreciate veggies a bit more than they do right now. I know, I know. Some would say I'm reaching for the stars. I don't think it's too late to change their palates, though. I'm hoping to help them become adults who think outside the salad box, unlike their mother. Which is pretty hilarious since I was a vegetarian for eleven years (My Sweetie says I was actually a pasta-tarian. Cheeky.).Here is where you step in.Could you give me ideas of side dish veggies that you like? If you have children, could you tell me ways you fix veggies that your children beg for/gobble up/enjoy/don't hate

Seriously
Sometimes I feel like I could implode with joy and gratefulness for my life.Sometimes I weep in gratitude for the opportunities I have been given.Sometimes I bask in the goodness of every day moments.The one thing that will cause my spirit to soar and my heart to swell out of pure pleasure every single time is when I hold my babies on my chest as they sleep.Seriously, beyond happy.If there is rocking involved, forgetaboutit.The comfort.The satisfaction.It's reciprocal.Since this is my sixth time to enjoy many months of a baby sleeping on my chest, I've come to appreciate it even more. There is bad and