Chasing My Blessings

I wish everybody could hear the sounds that come from our house, nearly every week day as my husband gets home from work. I also wish everyone could experience that type of fanfare. It's gotta make a guy feel good. The house is flooded with the sounds of children playing, and a toddler yelling for his dinner. As I cook dinner, the dogs lounge lazily nearby. Between the shouting, laughter, and screaming we hear it. The familiar tick tick tick tick tick  of a bicycle being brought in through the side door. The dogs are jolted from their slumber and quickly raise their heads. Somewhere a child shouts "DADDY!!" Suddenly the dogs are on foot, trampling down the hall, and the children come running from all directions heading towards the side door. Amid all the barking and running and shouting "DADDY! DADDY!" I hear the door slam close and footsteps coming up the stairs. He can barely ascend the last step before he is attacked. The dogs are running circles around him...

Some of these are old..... Me: "Tomorrow I'm going to get on the airplane and go on a trip. I'm going to go visit Aunt Kelly, Uncle Justin, and baby Henry." Landon: "And then Grandma and Grandpa will come take care of me?" Me: "No. Daddy will be here. He isn't going with me." Landon: "Oh. Daddy is going to come take care of us. Well, he won't know my house." Me: "Daddy lives here you know." Landon: "Oh yeah. Where are you going again?" Me: "On the airplane to visit Aunt Kelly, Uncle Justin, and baby Henry." He calls his toy penguin, Pengie.  I think this is adorable. He calls anything with a hook shaped apparatus (hanger, crane, etc.) a "hooker." Quite frequently I hear him ask, "Mom, where's my hooker?" or "Ok, I got my hooker!" It is pretty comical. (While looking at a wooden cross in our room) - "Mom, Jesus was on that, and he cried....