Not that you care, but...It's 9:10pm. I have a fever. I've had a fever for 3 days. Holiday? Poopyday. My 13 month old is making airplane noises when he plays with his brother's planes. My 4 year old smashed his face into a chair while playing a game with...you guessed it...ME. Two words. Real. Bad. Real bad. Not broken, but swollen and finally bruising after a few days. Way to go, Mom. Back to the 13 month old, who decided walking was the way to go last week. He takes joy in his steps. You should see his face (as opposed to the slammed face of my 4 year old). And those little shoulders pulled back to keep his balance. You know the stance. Did I mention my 4 year old got a fever too? I think my perfectionism has given me an ulcer. I'm not kidding. Tonight, I was trying to explain the hymn "All for Jesus" to my 4 year old. I told him we live "all for Jesus" because he died for our sins, paid our ransom, to give us eternal life. He said, "Like our verse, 'For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only son, that whoever believes in Him will not perish, but have eternal life." It's not wasted after all. | 
