from left to right: Garbanzo, me, Kabob, and Chickpea.

Made in “Sunday School” – in Chickpea’s own room – today.

And here’s yours truly up close:

Don’t you just love the – ahem – facial blemish that Chick graced me with? Not sure what that’s supposed to be. Although when I asked her what color she wanted Daddy’s hair to be, she said, “But Daddy doesn’t have any hair.” He probably got the bigger insult.

Know what’s stressful? When it’s your turn to have church in your home, and an hour and a half before it’s time to begin, a fellowshipper calls to make sure we remembered the time change last night, thereby making it a half hour until church. And there’s still clutter around. And you haven’t had breakfast yet. Or a shower. And the baby is screaming. And the preschooler is emptying her crayon basket as you’re trying to sweep the floor.

Sigh… At least our friends don’t mind, really.

posted: 08 March 30
under: chickpea, parenting