My eight year old coded his homework.

Sweetness

Sam came to me with tears in his eyes because he couldn't fall asleep.  So he climbed into our bed.  Sighed.  Smiled. Dropped off.

Mom.this would be a great picture of eating and drinking.

On Staying at Home.

Dear Mr. President,

I left the "work force" willingly more than 12 years ago. As the mother of six young children, I take pride in my choice to raise them. I chose to bear them, love them, and fill their minds with truth. I chose to teach them to read. I chose to teach them to think and work. I chose to be their mother.

I am not concerned about the money I will or will not earn in the future. I am currently employed running the highest-quality daycare available. I am paid in hugs, trust, memories, and emotional security, their security. Money I may earn in the future will not buy the security of mom's presence now.  So while I will try to thank you for your concern, would you please refrain from condemning my conscious choice to be a full-time, day and night, everyday of the year, stay-at-home mom?

If you really want to help, pay dad more for his 80 hour work week.

Sincerely,

Happy to be here when they need me

Surprises

Once in a while I come across something surprising. Here is an eraser I picked up today.