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One Thousand Gifts

As I try to focus more on the gifts that God showers upon me every day instead of the ways I think I am somehow lacking, I stumbled across this community of gratitude. I hope you will join me as I look at God's blessings in my life up to 1000 and beyond.

1. 4 healthy children
2. a husband who loves me
3. a warm home of our own
4. a laptop to help me keep up with my work, my friends, my life
5. my husband spent all weekend cleaning an organizing our storage room
6. warm, soft king-sized down comforter
7. a laundry room that is currently covered with clothes needing to be put away because that means we have clothes to wear
8. polka-dotted sunglasses that make me smile every time I put them on

Scalped

After growing his hair out for a year, Luke came home from school yesterday afternoon and told me that he wanted his hair short again. When asked why he said, "Because it keeps getting in my way. Like when I swim, it really slows me down." You would think he was Michael Phelps or something. I remind you, he's nine and the most swimming he does is at the Kroc Center pool.

Anyhoo, what it came down to was that he wanted his cool locks lopped off. Never having cut off that much hair off of anyone before, I must say I had a lot of fun. I went at it with scissors first getting the bulk of the length (and yes, I saved a lock just for me in my jewelry box, I admit it) and then used the clippers to make it look good.

I think he is handsome both ways. He's happy not having it hanging in his face anymore. I'm sure he'll make quite the stir with his classmates today. Boy, that was a lot of hair!

Triple-Decker Peanut Butter Sandwich

This is a sign of a tired mom: a triple-decker peanut butter sandwich. Yep, I slapped more peanut butter on the outside of a finished peanut butter sandwich thinking it was just a stack of bread. The sad thing is, this is not the first time I've done this. My kids actually call dibs when I inevidibly make one these in my sleep-deprived state. I'm sure this one won't be the last.

Taking Sides

I picked up Samantha from her class at church and she handed me this little craft that they had made to illustrate the lesson. Being the good mother that I am, I like to ask my children what they learned at church each time we go, so I asked Sam about her project.

"That side is the Happy Face," she said when I showed her the smiling side of her project.

"That side is the Melanie Face," she said when I showed her the frowny side.

Melanie face? Melanie face? That's not one I have heard before, so I of course asked for further explanation, thinking that maybe there was something more profound to this preschool lesson than I thought at first.

"What's a Melanie face, Sam?" I asked to clarify.

"A Melanie face, like when you eat melons and your face gets all sour," she explained.

Okay...

It took me the entire drive home pondering this to realize what she meant. Sour face... Melanie face... melons.... sour.... LEMONS!

"Sam, did you mean lemon face? Because lemons are sour?" I asked her when we arrived home.

"Yes, Mom, lemelaine face," she said.

Just so we're clear.