Are You Chicken?

Tonight the girls were helping me prep a chicken for tomorrow's dinner. I cleaned it and they were pretty sicked out by the chicken's appearance. "Ew! What's that red stuff?" asked Camille. "Can I eat tonight's dinner (tofu) tomorrow, mom?" asked Grace. They were helping me sprinkle the chicken with salt and Grace said, "This is sick. It looks like mom's arms!"

Nice to know that I look like raw poultry. Maybe it's time to dust off the old weights...

Blessed

This day started out kinda rotten. In fact, I've been having a kind of rotten time in general lately- for no apparent reason. We could blame it on hormones or June gloom, I suppose, but I can't put my finger on why I am so bluesey. Anyway, it is now the end of the day, and I feel peaceful and happy. And I am writing this blog post to tell you that the reason that I feel peaceful and happy is that God answers our prayers. He answered mine when I said that I needed help and blessed me that my glassesless husband would help me and be more kind and tender even than he usually is. And sent me a friend to have fun with and kids who behaved happily today. He even gave my baby a tender heart so he would know to give me kisses and hugs when I was crying earlier. Now, I could say that everything just turned out good and lucky, but I know that my Heavenly Father is watching over me and that he loves me. And I'm sure that I don't even recognize all of the things large and small that He provides for me, but I know that if tomorrow ends up being bluesey again, He will help me make it through because He loves me.

Father's Day- a Day to Make Dad be Happy- or ELSE!

For Father's Day I woke Paul up at the crack of dawn. We live in a new house, you see, and the sun comes streaming in our window every morning. There are blinds, but they can't stop the rays of the burning sun. I woke Paul up on accident as I tried to sneak out of our room to make him his breakfast. Breakfast was good, so I hear, although I didn't really get to taste much of mine because my little tiny baby ripped mine out of my hand and popped it in his mouth.

For presents we gave Paul this, but with different treats. It's a fun, because it involves treats.

Then we went to church. And he didn't have his early morning meeting, so that was better. Then we got to go to a baptism and Paul got to watch Clark smother me in cinnamon rolls. That he stole off of my plate.

For his present to Paul, Clark broke Paul's glasses. On the night before his big presentation to the CEO of his company. And we can't find the box that may or may not have his spare pair of glasses. So he just rode the bus in to work- glassesless- to see if maybe his glasses are there at work. FUN!

Dear Paul,
Aren't you happy with the way that your Father's Day turned out? We love you so much. I can't believe how patient you are with us. And how patient you were with Clark when he broke your specs. You are a great example to me.
Love, your Sarah

Speaking of Pot...

Did I tell you that we are now renting a real actual house in our town? It is amazing and such a blessing. Now that I have a yard, I am lusting over all things outdoors- picnic tables, vintage metal chairs, festive lamps to hang in trees, raised beds to plant some veggies. My current flame is this pot. So mod. So festive. So me! (Mod and festive, that's me, right?)