Day 63

     I don't like food blogs. Well, I think it's just the presentation- the eight hundred pictures of the same piece of food, the piece of food I just want the recipe for. I don't need the all the pictures (says the woman who has a blog about pictures) and I don't need all the cute little phrases.

Chocolate.
<insert picture of chocolate>
Seriously, friends-CHOCOLATE.
<insert another picture of chocolate>
<insert close-up picture of chocolate>
Is there anything better than chocolate?
<insert picture of 12 kinds of chocolate>
I think not.
<insert picture of baby covered in chocolate>
Ok, maybe this.


     I really don't want to complain about something so petty, but it frustrated the heck out of me tonight when I had to keep scrolling and scrolling past the crap to get to a recipe for these.

Totally worth all the scrolling

     It's silly for me to complain about what comes down to a minute of wasted time. How often do I waste time playing stupid bubble pop games or watching dumb tv? But beyond that- how often do I waste opportunities? There have been so many times that I didn't try out for a show or apply for a program because it just seemed easier than putting myself out there. I have been afraid of failure. I need to step out of my comfort zone.
     I took a chance on these cookie bars and they are pretty fantastic. I think I need to start taking chances on myself.

   

Day 62

     First weekend of my summer break is almost complete. Against my better judgement, I served the boys s'mores this evening after dinner. What followed was a chocolate disaster of epic proportions. This photo does not do justice to Ben's work.

When a chocolate covered Ben wants to give a kiss, you accept

     With each passing day it becomes clearer to me (and anyone who comes to our home) that these kids have taken over. The legos and matchbox cars are multiplying while we sleep. The bathrooms smell like pee and I can't figure out why. I've heard the same joke about poop 50 times this weekend. The best part? I laugh at that joke every single time.
     I've given in to all of it- the dirt, the gross humor, the rough-housing. I'll take the sloppy kisses, especially the chocolate ones, and relish these moments because they will be gone before I know it. After a day filled with cars, trains, wrestling, and messes, it ends with my almost five-year-old throwing his arms around my neck and holding me close.

I was definitely unprepared for the amount of love I feel for these boys.