I just finished reading the book, 'Still Life with Rice', by Helie Lee. This is not a book I normally would have chosen for myself, but my aunt recommended it. It turns out I really loved it. I'm a bit of a boo-hoo-er, so it was a tear jerker to me. But sometimes that can be hugely therapuetic. It also really helped me appreciate so much in my life, my husband, my kids, food, shelter, safety, the United States, just to name a few.
M was sitting behind E when he was reading a book, E tossed it over the shouler, and my poor angels face caught it...
Please ignore the messiness, I probably should have at least changed his shirt before I took this picture, but I figure it just adds to the patheticness of it all.
And finally, E's most recent funny:
While we were at my in-laws house, my father-in-law was teasing me about something, and he said, "Parlez-vous Francais?" To which Ethan responded, "Stop calling my mommy names!" What a good son I have, rushing to my defense, he's a keeper!