some great things that everett has said.

first clock for disassembling.  just like the dada.

"What are we doing today, Mom?"  He asks.  I give him the list.

"I can't do that today, Mom.  I have 96 things to do today."

Also, "I want to have three kids, their names will be Tootsie, Bootsie and Auntie Mel.  Oh! and one more, his name will be Workerguy."

When he was mad: "I don't love you."

Me:  "Okay."

Him:  "I love you a little."

Today to Auntie Mel, "When Santa comes, I might have to go pee."

5 impossible things before breakfast.

Thankful for a new running jacket and and old running buddy to pull my tired hide out of bed before the sun rose.

Thankful for a race on the (distant) horizon to push us both.

rusty.

My personal blogging goal is always 11 post per month. It's my sweet spot. Not too much of me and not too little. Last month I posted just twice and I miss sharing our stories. Especially when this girl is looking like this:

Life is good. God is doing stuff. Let's talk about it.