
Um. I'm a bad mommy. Wyatt was playing on the floor with this cute little duck, and apparently stuck a chunk of it in an outlet. He drools a lot, and that was enough to spark a little fire.
So we lost one duck, and gained one pyromaniac.
Five kids, four horses, one dog, a stray cat, one clothes line that keeps cloning socks, and two adults trying to keep their sanity.



This is later this afternoon, doesn't he look like Ben?
My cool story for the day/week/month/year goes like this: Once upon a time there was a very sick little boy who's mommy was very worried about him. He was running a fever of 105.2, and she was about to take him to the hospital when her landlord stopped by to check on some things around the house. The landlord noticed the sweet little boy on the couch, and asked to pray for him. The worried mommy didn't hesitate. They prayed over the little boy, and the landlord went on his way. Soon after he left, the sick boy went to sleep. He slept a very deep sleep for a few hours, and when he woke, the fever was gone. Not just down, GONE. He ate dinner, asked for cookies, and drank Gatorade to his hearts content. After playing with the much relieved mommy, the little boy asked for his cup and headed to bed.
Happily Ever After.
