To Love a Fat Boy

I thought after eating her spaghetti squash and peas so well, she would enjoy a little corner of a Fat Boy. Apperently Not. (those of you not familiar with the "Fat Boy" it is not a rude nickname for the neighbor kid around the block. It's a super fat ice cream sandwich.)














I think it was cold















She couldn't believe I would do that to her














Today for my grateful moment, I am grateful to have all of my kids and husband at home under one roof. There is no more peaceful feeling, than to know everyone is safe and sound tucked into his or her own bed.
And for my DS tidbit. 4 of 5 is getting so grown up. This morning she got up and walked to the fridge and said "gogurt" which translated means yogurt. I gave it to her she said thanks, went and got a spoon and sat down. She even folded her arms for the ENTIRE prayer. Later on as we were pulling out the garden, she said "no pup, sit" She is really growing up. There were a few months in there, when it was just really really hard. 3 of 5 went through one of those right after he turned 5. After days like the 2 we just had, I think we'll keep her.