I'm here at home playing nurse to a girl who "throwed up two times this morning". The guys are at Bubba's baseball game. I can't decide who has it worse, me with the thrower-upper, or Honey at the cold, windy game. It's cold out there this morning. And windy. And Honey just called and said they are in a lightning delay. But we're winning. This could be our first win of the season. The first year of kid-pitch is rough.
But since I'm warm at home, I'm attempting to divert my attention away from the cookies we made yesterday by blogging and eating some grapes and yogurt. And you get to hear all about our day yesterday. Because the new, healthy me is not an emotional eater. I do not need a cookie just because I'm missing the first win of the season.
I can't remember a better Good Friday. I mean, it was good.
All week at The Preschool, we've been learning about the letter E, so of course, Thursday afternoon, we made green eggs and ham. The kids loved it even though it ended up looking like guacamole.
So yesterday morning when it was time for breakfast, Bubba and the girls wanted green eggs. I agreed to make them before I checked the pantry and discovered that the only food coloring colors I had was yellow and red. So we had scrambled eggs that were a nice coral color with bacon bits and cheese cooked in.
We had just enough time to clean up breakfast before my new BFF, the Maytag Man, came by. He brought the new washer and dryer. And it was love at first sight. See? They're kinda' winking at me. Or maybe that's the load of towels I already had going. Whatever.
My secret pal at school gave me some cookie mix, icing, and some spring time cookie cutters. So after lunch, the kids and I made some really tasty Easter cookies. I did not let my lack of food coloring dampen our Good Friday spirits. We made pink, yellow, and orange icing.
And we're not even done yet.
Next week, I'm planning on showing them John 3:16 and letting Bubba mark that verse with a heart sticker. And then the next week I'll show him another verse for a heart sticker. And pretty soon he'll have several heart stickers in his Bible. Because right now, the most important thing I want him to know, deep down in the depths of his heart, is how much God loves him. And when he has any doubt, I want him to know where to look to be reminded of God's wonderful love.