Can I have some?
welcome to my blog.
a place to post. a place to eat oreos. a place to vent. a place to heal.
i started this blog so i could use a different outlet besides munching on fattening oreos. as if that has done any good... *mind wanders to oreo package in the house...*
then i realized that oreos can be semi symbolic. if you are are that crazy about oreos that is. which... i am.
eating oreos is therapeutic for me. when i am struggling or when i need a pick me up. they have chocolate. and sugar. both of which help lift my mood. not to mention that i eat them soaked with milk, which is my miracle drink.
i post my posts to not only get stuff out. there may be people who read my blog who have been in the same kind of situations as i have. i hope reading them and knowing that others have gone through things like i have, will be to you what eating oreos does to me.
and yes. i didn't capitalize anything in here. i just felt like it. deal with it.
munch up.
Prayer
This is a bit overdue, and I have told some of my family anyway, but I thought I'd share this with my few readers.
On the 7th, I was talking to my mom on the phone and making Bug's lunch at the same time. I was about to put his lunch in front of him, but debating what I should do about blessing the food. When I was about to put my mom on hold so we could bless it, I hear Bug mumble some unknown words to the human ears and say Amen. Out of the corner of my eye I see him unfold his arms. I smile to myself and kind of laugh a little bit. I realize that he blessed his own food, and gave him his lunch, and thank him for saying his own prayer. This was just too cute, and I couldn't not write about it in my blog.
2 comments:
cute cute cute!
We're waiting for Zach to decide he wants to say prayers again. When we ask him, his response is, "I'm not a fan of saying the prayer."
You guys are such great parents! It's wonderful you've already instilled this in him. And, I just read Jan's comment -- too hilarious!
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