Hmmm...it's late and I should be in bed. I think I'll blog instead. I have tons of cute pics on my camera that I need to upload to the computer before I lose that disk, too. Maybe tomorrow.

A few days ago I was stalking my friend Joy's blog. I have the most amazing friends. I really do. When I went to add my comment to her post, I read a comment that someone else wrote for her. They pronounced Joy to be a fabulous mom who makes her kids the center, and doesn't just give them the leftovers of herself, or something to that effect. I think that's one of the best compliments a human could ever receive. And I don't know that it could be said about me.

The comment has been tickling my conscience for several days now. I have been analyzing how much running around I'm always doing. I have the luxury of not working. Peter provides for all our needs. However, I don't really cook for my family, which would be a great way to give them part of my time and self. I grudgingly do laundry. One thing I always try to do is be sure that my kids have had a "belly laugh" at least once or twice each day. The sun should never set without my Juicy Allen and his man-size laugh, or Katy's squeal of delight. They really are easy to make laugh, and that's part of the beauty of my kids.

So, maybe nothing will change but maybe...just maybe....baby steps. I'm not too worried about Peter getting his hopes up because he doesn't have time to read my blog.