Darla's Mom

I made gingerbread me for Darla’s class party today.

I may or may not have set a small fire in my oven.

But I baked.

And when I got to school, all the yoga pant, Starbucks drinking mom’s had brought store bought cookies.

I can’t think of a single time my folks sent me to school with store bought cookies or cupcakes.

The thought never crossed my mind.

There will be a reckoning.

Oh, the cookies are amazing. Yum.

Who wants one?

Dough hands

Prayers, Faith and Magic.
I taught Darla to pray as soon as she could speak because faith is important to me and I want to give her that tool, skill, strength.

Darla goes to the Lutheran Church where she is learning get about God and Faith from a pastor. For the first time she has questions:

Q. Is God a girl or boy (Yes. Most people think of God as a guy, but he created life like a girl.)

Q. Does Jesus live in a star? (No. The star helped people find him…he was probably potty trained be for the wise men got to him)

Q. God and Jesus only love little kids, right? (Wrong. That’s who Mommy loves. God and Jesus aren’t as constantly annoyed with grown ups as Mommy is)

One outfit at a time. Darla said she NEEDED to wear shorts today… so she did.

It is 7:30 and she is already asleep. I am cuddled into the corner of my couch and watching the at episode of The Newsroom. Soft steady Christmas lights from a 4 foot tree are the only other illumination.

It’s nice.

They happen a thousand times a day , the ordinary, small and non remarkable moments of life.
These are my favorite

Her Preschool class sang in church today. Cuteness overload.