I had fun cleaning and painting with Ange, and singing silly songs in the empty, echo-y house. There are a few things left in the garage to be moved. The floors in the new house should be good and dry by Monday evening.
I am really enjoying my stay at Mom and Dad's though. They might be tired of screaming girls running in circles, but I sure love being taken care of. :)
Mom loves us through our bellies. It may sound funny, but that is so my love language. I'm so grateful for her extra effort at making not just pancakes, but carrot pancakes with honey butter. I know she put her love into it. And now I am loving right back with some hearty lentil soup. We hang together well. :)
The other day I was cooking eggs and kind of forgot they were cooking, but then thought, "hmm, something smells like Nanny's house." Then I remembered the eggs were cooking. Nanny always made us scrambled eggs, because we loved them so, with a slice of cheese on top.
3 comments:
that is totally my love language too. David can heal or hurt me with good food (or eating the left over that I was planning on eating!). Does Lola like lentils? None of my kids could handle them while I was nursing. Ready for a good workout in the morning!!!
Sometimes reading your blog is like walking out of the cold into a warm bright room that has cookies.
Haha oh my goodness. When I re-read that I felt like a cheesy five year old, but I was being serious. What I'm trying to say is, I really like reading your blog :)
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