Sweet and Sour and Feeling Wanted

What a wonderful stand-by-my-side group you are.

I assumed I wasn't Ms. "Green Geriatrics'" only target. I figured she had a full posse that was spread out amongst all of us. And, I can tell the kind of women we all are, for dealing with the obnoxious, outspoken comments that we've all heard in a calm and respectful manner.

I too agree with Lori. I always want my children to feel wanted. I want them to know how proud I am to be their mama. Because, ohh--I am! I try to show this many times daily.

And on top of that, I'm serious about how I expect them to act, and commend them when they've accomplished even the smallest of tasks. And because I know how wide open childrens' eyes are all the time, we talk about things that we see--alot. Therefore, after we've been with other children and, heaven forbid, other adults, we talk about the good and not so good choices my children had to witness. It's important for them to know that the called for and uncalled for behavior did not go unnoticed by me. And even though I didn't crawl over the cutting table, and wrap my hands around the neck that voiced those unnecessary words, I did remind Julia and Luke what a "fabulous job" they did in the store, and how we would be returning because of the wonderful choices they made. Next time I'll just come with a grande cup of Starbucks' House Blend streamin' through my veins, ready for the pounce. Kidding.

Alright. Setting aside the sour stuff, let's move on to some sweet stuff. Here's a little sliver of my latest eye candy.