food, crochet, merriment
“President Hinckley admonished both men and women to be nurturers. He said, ‘How much more beautiful would be the society in which we live if every parent regarded their children as gifts from the God of heaven and brought them up with true affection in the wisdom and admonition of the Lord.'”
Susan W. Tanner
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Happy Birthday Dane!!
My cute son, Dane has decided to “donate” his 22nd birthday to Charity Water, an amazing non-profit organization determined to see that the population of the world has clean drinking water in our life time. Incredible.
He’s already made over 10% of his goal to raise $2200 by March 31, 2011 in the first two days, and we’d love to see the momentum keep building. As a mom–I can’t even comprehend what it would feel like to have to feed my children water that would make them sick. So to help him with this life changing project–I’m donating 50% of the proceeds from my greenWinkle shop until the end of March. Please check it out–for a good cause, if you’d like.
To see or join his event on Facebook click HERE.
To see our progress in the campaign, click HERE.
For more on Charity Water, click HERE.
Thanks my friends–you’re the best.
Launi
Back when the “big kids” were really little kids and not actually big kids, and didn’t have any little kids of their own–are you still with me?–dressing up for Halloween was a month long deal. These guys would tear through the costume box and try everything on and mix and match to their hearts content before finally, FINALLY deciding what to “be” for Halloween. Many times the big decision would end up being made about 3 minutes before scurrying out the door with everybody else to trick or treat.
Look who we have here–Sweet Lyndi the naughty witch, Yellow embarrassed clown Jillian, Purple grinning clown April, friend sixties girl Alyna, and bitty baby bear Daney boy.
Silly little “bald kid” was just a baby, not a big enough kid, and too busy being a baby, and being bald, to dress up. ha ha.
…putteth his mother to shame.”
Isn’t that a bible verse or something? If it isn’t, it should be.
So, here’s the story—
We grown-ups were minding our own business, having a discussion of some sort in the office when we heard an unusual amount of giggling coming from the kitchen—always a dangerous sign with a three year old loose in the house. We came around the corner to find, to our surprise, that a 25lb. bag of flour can, indeed be ripped in half by a determined kid with a fork. Pretty sure he thought there was a prize inside.
He was wrong…
dang cute…
but wrong.
Who knew?
Before he left for his mission, I would have bet good money that he didn’t know what ginger root actually was. Imagine my surprise to find him in the kitchen peeling and mincing the darn stuff.
And his way with yellow pepper was lovely to behold.
Dude. We’re impressed.
Next, he took some of these…
stripped, spiced and pan fried…
added his pretty vegetables…
and mixed it all together with hot pasta.
It was incredible.
Just think…a handsome man who can cook…
and give a great back rub.
Priceless.
Yes, yes.
It’s soooo good to have him home…
for a lot of reasons!
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