Well, seeing that it's been almost four weeks since I last posted, I thought I'd jump back in with a story that ties in with my last post. :) This very morning, my dear adventurous son was "helping" me cook breakfast. I pulled out the FULL carton of free range, organic eggs from the frig and set them on the counter. I turned around to answer a question from Ben and yeah, you know what's coming...looked to see the carton smashed and sloshed all over the floor and on that pillow Nathan had been dragging around this morning. And bless his heart, he was handing the carton, dripping and oozing, back to me!!! "Uh-Oh." he said with big eyes. Oh, they're so cute when they're making trouble! Ben saved the day by swooping in to carry off the eggy little perpetrator but the chaos didn't stop there. I tried to salvage what egg could be rescued from the messy carton and scramble them in a bowl. Right then, about 4 things happened at once. My cell phone alarm started going off, the water for the grits was boiling, Hannah was yelling for help in the bathroom and of course the SALMONELLA was still smeared all over the floor! Horrors! (It doesn't matter how pure and hormone free an egg is, if it's broken and uncooked, I'm automatically assuming it's carrying diseases. ) I thank God for even the messes they make. I really do. Just not always in the moment. Usually it's later. I realize my children are huge blessings in my life. Some people would love to be blessed with the little messes a child makes.