On Friday evening, Mark put a frozen pizza in the oven. A few minutes later, I asked him why it smelled like smoke. He looked at the pizza and said everything was fine. Another few minutes pass and I could still smell something odd. I again ask him if there is anything wrong. Mark says, "Isn't the pizza supposed to be cooked on the cardboard? Oy vey!
I'm glad that Matthew is still unconcerned about what other kids think and that he ran to hug me during group time at the beginning of Sunday school. I'm sure those days won't last forever so I have to enjoy them while I can.
Maia is starting to make a few more sounds. Pretty sure that if she starts talking again, the first word out of her mouth is going to be "NOOOOOO!" She's getting awful close to that word.
Praying for all of you out there who still take time to read our blog. May God feel near to you and may He strengthen you in your moments of weakness. He is capable of infinitely more than we can imagine and He is in your corner!