You know what is even more unattractive than 1,001 flaws you may have?
Either-
A. Not accepting those flaws and living your life and mind free from those or
B. Not having the courage or will to change those flaws
What will I choose?
my ordinarily, beautiful life

cool a bit, place the stencil on the cut brownie and sift powdered sugar over it. I completed all the steps and was eagar to serve it to Chandler. Then I had a better idea. While he was playing in his room, I snuck outside and put his plate with the Batman brownie on the front step. I then rang the door bell and quickly shut the door. He immidately came running to the front door and I helped him open the door. To his suprise, he found the brownie Batman HIMSELF had left for him. He picked up the plate and ran back to his room to him with his new treat.
more difficult it will be to linger on that line of mom and friend, but for now, when things are simpler, I will enjoy being cool.
round and many acres of 'discovery' for Chandler to partake in. We are bringing along a friend of his that he adores and he has so idea she is coming. I'm off to call the Chamber of Commerce today to see if we are able to swim in any part of the Lake today. I've heard differing opinions about the safety of the water; hopefully, we will be able to go there too.
ing so hot, we opted out of that. Plus, he has already been to the LR Zoo many times; not that they compare, but we wanted him to experience something different. From the website that they provide, we do believe he will love the museum. I told Grant earlier this week that since he (Chandler) is such a nerd, we will love this. Grant got defensive when I called him this, but I meant in the most loving way. Chandler loves to read, draw, paint, etc. He also loves to explore, climb and learn like any other boy, so this museum as all of that and more. I love nerds and I wouldn't have my boy any other way.

e caught up with one another, as well as, the two new cowboy pistols he picked out. The prescriptions were filled and we were off to meet some friends for dinner at IHop. Needless to say, by this time the ‘roid’s’ (that I so love to call them) had kicked into high gear and my usually laid back, cool guy was going 90 to nothing. He was telling everyone in the restaurant that he wanted his pancakes, “Now,” sliding silverware under the table and crayon sword fighting with me. I was hot, exhausted and obviously ready for this day to be over. The dreaded word’s the doctor kept telling us, ‘he won’t sleep tonight,’ kept going over and over in my head.