ethan cracks me up. i don't know if what i'm laughing at is supposed to be laughed at, but he is so funny. my parents recently got to enjoy some of his humorous behavior. my mother and i were doing something on the computer and he came up to me out of the blue and said, "mama, timeout". he gets sent to timeout on a regular basis. i guess he is trying to see if he has the same power. the next night at dinner he had been counted and sent to his room several times because he wouldn't quit jumping in the chair. so when i told him he couldn't have coke, he told me, "that's three. go your room". i can't help but laugh. he's so adamant about it.
saturday he made both donald and i laugh. we were heading to the store and he wanted music. surprise, surprise. but i'm sick of hannah montana and jonas brothers (i know, blasphemy), so i put on rascal flatts. a few notes into the song he firmly says, "aw, come on". if i had coke in my mouth i would've spit it out. he's growing up way too fast.
we're still waiting on our friend to come and fix our leak in our master bath. we have at least narrowed it down to a tub problem so we're only using the shower in the meantime. we're also hoping that he can give us a good deal on a fence as we really need one to keep a certain little boy in OUR yard and out of the street. i love my house, but there is going to be a longer list of must haves at our next house.
just a little over a week until sarah starts first grade. i know that she's ready. but i hate having to be at home and at the bus stop at 3:00pm every afternoon. it's really annoying to be on someone else's schedule.
i'm trying to develop a new recipe: chocolate cupcakes with oreo frosting. perhaps today will be the day. if donald gets home from the doctor in time for me to go to the store.
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My life takes the cake has become a catchphrase for me. Dating back to the late 1800s, the expression alludes to being the most outstanding. I've always enjoyed baking, but within the last few years it has really become a preferred favorite pastime. If I have spare time, I am most likely going to be baking and it's usually going to be cakes or cupcakes. So a sentiment of my life takes the cake is an anticipated one by those who know me well.
There is a reason as to why I feel my life takes the cake. It has to do with my Savior. There is an old hymn that sings of counting your many blessings. I could begin by counting my loving husband, my delightful children, my Godly parents, my sweet sister and her family, my health, our home . . . I could begin, but I could never end. For you see, I am blessed beyond man's measure. And that is why . . . my life takes the cake.
There is a reason as to why I feel my life takes the cake. It has to do with my Savior. There is an old hymn that sings of counting your many blessings. I could begin by counting my loving husband, my delightful children, my Godly parents, my sweet sister and her family, my health, our home . . . I could begin, but I could never end. For you see, I am blessed beyond man's measure. And that is why . . . my life takes the cake.
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