What if...

Ice cream sundaes are good, but muddy creek water is great!

Funduscopy is not as fun as the name would indicate.

"No Girls Allowed" signs do not pertain to mommies.

A boxer's smooshed snout is not conducive to catching baby bunnies. Thank you, Lord.

A baby bunny is fast, and noisy, when under attack.

I am fast, and noisy, when a baby bunny is under attack.

A fort built in the dining room makes a great place for a family of four to take a 2 hour nap.

If the weather is so beautiful that you hate to grocery shop, it's a great time to grocery shop...no lines!

"Things are just easier when you're beside me," he said as we sat side by side on our loveseat, while he worked on his first expense report...the one he's been dreading ever since he learned he'd now be handling his own expense reports.

He could say I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. He could tell me I cook the best food he's ever eaten. He could say he loves my new hair cut. He could proclaim that my mothering skills are the finest he's ever witnessed...but I can't think of a thing he could say that would mean more to me than, "Things are just easier when you're beside me."

He may not say much, but when he does, it's worth hearing.

He's great at the carpool stuff, the homework stuff, the bathtime stuff, the bedtime stuff...but what this Daddy does best is the FUN stuff! :)

Days like today remind me of why I love the Carolinas...spring is here, and maybe?!? it's here to stay (I have not watched the weather forecast for next week, so if you know better, please just indulge me today and play along!).

Way too nice to be indoors...gotta head back outside!

email.

voice mail.

dirty laundry.

clean laundry.

the fish bowl.

the toilet bowl.

I am behind on everything. The rockstar wall stickers from Lily's sleepover are still on my dining room walls. There are stacks of paperwork I need to read about health insurance and benefit changes due to David's company changing hands. There are suitcases needing to be unpacked. The fish bowl is murky. The dog is stinky. The shower door is cloudy. Easter grass is everywhere.

If I owe you a phone call, or an email reply, or thank you for an Easter basket or birthday gift, please just give me an extra day or two, and an extra measure of grace, because whatever the reason (and I'll spare you the list), I'm a little a lot behind.

that Eulonia, GA is not the place to visit if you intend to catch up on emails or blogs. Apparently, technology in general has met it's match in Eulonia. I was informed by a frustrated, and lost, U.S. soldier that his GPS has successfully navigated him through third world countries, but could not find it's way around Eulonia.

But in it's favor, Eulonia is full of beautiful red-tipped whatchamacallits, possibly better known as red-tipped thingamabobs, or something-or-others. It also has some great monkey climbing trees, if anyone knows of a group of monkeys looking for a place to hang out.

A $3 shirt off the clearance rack.

"Rock star parking" at my local Walmart, that's a phrase I learned from my sister in law to describe a better than expected parking spot.

Going into a CVS at 9pm to purchase a box of hair color and a pack of Twizzlers.

Those classic, old hymns...like Rock of Ages by Amy Grant, Vince Gill and the Fairfield Four, what a soulful version, love it.

Luke putting my face in his hands and saying "mi corazon," something he learned off Beverly Hills Chihuahua, but it still melts my heart, even if he learned it from a dog.