So sad...

Don't you hate to see your kids sad? Last night Don was getting out all his camping gear and packing his stuff for his camping trip this weekend and Mason wanted to know where HIS backpack was. Don explained that he couldn't go this time but said here is my other backpack and you can pretend to pack this. "No, I don't want to pretend", and then the tears started to flow. The really said, my feelings are so hurt tears.

This morning we were getting a few last minute things done before Don left and I was at the grocery store when my phone rang. Mason called and asked if he could have his "best friend Madison" come over (his cousin who is 9!). I told him that would be fine. A few minutes later my phone rings again and Mason is sobbing. "Madison can't come over, she has too many things today and Dad said I STILL can't go to the mountains with him." Ugh. It was so sad. If I wasn't terrified of him getting lost, or freezing to death, or of bears, or of the snow cave caving in on him, I would have asked Don to take him (Don would LOVE to take him if it were safe. Winter camping is too far out of my comfort zone for a 3 year old). Poor little guy. It must be hard when you can't understand why your daddy won't let you go.

Favorite Websites

One of my favorite websites is "the world's healthiest foods"

http://www.whfoods.com/

I was looking up a couple of things this morning and thought that some of my health conscious friends would enjoy this site as much as I do, so check it out.

Pictures

Here are the pictures I have hung that Damon took of the kids. These are not my favorite ones, but they went together the best. I wish that I had an electronic copy of the pictures so that I could post them for you. He really did a great job so I wish I could show you the others. When I get some of my favorites hung in a different spot in the house, I will take a picture of those to so that you can get an idea.

I had black and white pictures on this wall before, which I loved against the red, but obviously these pictures look best in color and I still like it.

Nothing

When you call for your kids and ask what they are doing do they respond with "Nothing". Where do they learn that and why do they say it?

Kennedy and I were in the kitchen and she was re-arranging all the silverware while I was making lunch and I started to ask "What are you do...." Before I could finish "doing", she said "na-ting". I suppose she learned it from her older brother, but where did he learn it?