Home Sweet Home

There's no place like home, wouldn't you agree?

I haven't been home in almost two years. Well, kinda.

You see, my parents are on a mission for my church and have been gone since October 2011. So though I have been to the house that I lived in for 18+ years of my life, it hasn't felt like home.

Don't get me wrong. I love my sister, who is currently living in my parents' house. She is a great hostess, makes good food, and has adorable children. But she isn't Mom and Dad.

I am homesick....for them.

So, you can imagince how excited I am to see them. September can't get here soon enough.

Because without Mom, home is nothing like home.

PS Do you think my kids will feel the same way about my home when they grow up???

The WC

The term "water-closet" was an early term for an interior or exterior room with a toilet.

We call ours a bathroom.

I use the term "we" loosely because apparently my boys think that they have a water closet in their very own bedroom. An on-suite, if you will.

They, along with several of their cousins, have been "using" their closet.

I couldn't figure out where the urine smell was coming from. I cleaned the mattresses. I cleaned the sheets. I washed the clothes. And yet the smell remained.

Finally, last week as I was complaining about not being able to figure out where the smell was coming from, Briggy says, matter-of-factly, "It's probably because we went pee in the closet."

You think?

I won't tell you that Camden came in this morning saying, "Mommy. Did you know that Briggy just went pee in our vent."

Slapping forehead! Sigh.....

Boys and their pee.

Bet you can't....

...do this...

This is an online puzzle.

There is a missing piece to this online puzzle. 

Apparently I can lose them here too.

Can you?

I am what I am...

"Wow, Briggy! You are eating another plum? You are a plum guy!"

"Yeah. I know. That's because I am a fruit!"