Last night, I made James a little parking lot on the dining room table with his ‘Cars Movie’ cars (the lines were made out of mini-marshmallows). When he got up this morning and saw the table, he unparked each car carefully, and then clustered the mini-marshmallows in a heap from which he shot them rapid fire in to his mouth like a semi-automatic machine gun. Five-seconds later, 40 mini-marshmallows had been cleared from the table and found a happy home deep down in the belly of a 3-year old.

James’ birthday party was a bit of a bust, We took a trip to the Orange Township park, but the weather decided to be a bit cold. We stayed for about an hour and then head home, meanwhile thinking about the Costco sirloin that was thawing on our kitchen counter. As I thawed myself at home, I was very thankful for the blessings of being able to have a family.