+++Monday was the last day of Christmas vacation for us. I got up early and decided to make cinnamon rolls for breakfast. When they were ready a couple hours later, Joel wandered down to the kitchen still in pj's and half asleep. He sat up at the bar next to me and peered into the kitchen. When he saw the pan of cinnamon rolls he reached over and gave me a huge hug and said, "You're a loving and good, good mom." I laughed and said, "What if I had made oatmeal this morning? Would I be a loving and good, good mom?" His answer: "Yes! But I don't want oatmeal this morning. I want a cinnamon roll!"
*Jack doesn't have a story in this post, but coming soon...a sweet one about my sensitive, lover of books.