I read the Picture Bible to my kids every night so when the babysitter came over she read to them before bed, as well. My kids told me later that when she was reading about Barnabas she accidentally called him "Bananas" instead. My kids laughed about that for days and now every time I open the Picture Bible they wan't to know if we are going to read about Bananas.

Last night my husband was getting ready to go to his FOCUS training, and he wanted to talk to me while he showered so I sat on the counter in the bathroom. I got a little antsy so I started dancing and doing some pilates moves (see above) while we talked--he's used to this. Then I got the idea to try putting my hands on the counter and walking my legs up the wall. It worked better than I expected and I found myself upside down facing the shower door. "Look at me," I said as if I were a 6-year-old. The funny thing is that Dan peeked out the shower door expecting to see our 6-year-old Caitlin, but all he saw was me doing a "hand stand" on the counter. The look on his face made me giggle so hard I cried. He said to me, "Normal 30-year-olds don't say 'look at me'." I retorted that I'm not 30 yet, so I guess I have a about 6 more months to act like a 6-year-old. Anybody else ever go bananas?

So many stories...where to start? Last night as I was getting ready to go out, my 6-year-old brown-nosing daughter Caitlin said, "Mom, you've never looked so good!" Jordan added, "I've seen you look that good before. But just once." I got a good laugh.

At church every Sunday, my husband always asks me what is wrong. Nothing is ever wrong, I just choose not to laugh at the jokes he makes during the service. So I always respond, "I'm being reverent." Finally, last week, my husband announced, "You're reverent face looks like your pissed face." Then, in the mail yesterday I got a note from a woman at church saying that I've looked sad lately, and she's praying for me. My husband was like, "I TOLD you!" I guess I'll have to start being reverent with a smile on my face.

I also want to add that at the library this week my four-year-old checked out a 200 page book. I tried to put it back, but she got it out again saying she wants to be like Jordan. So now she keeps it in the car and flips through the pages as we drive. She even asked for a bookmark when she had to stop. Being the oldest child in my family, I can't relate, but I think it's absolutely adorable.

Anyway, I'm off to clean out the fridge. My husband is working as a training assistant at the FOCUS seminar this weekend leaving me on my own. So far I've mowed the lawn and washed laundry--usually his thing. Pretty exciting, huh? Well, not really, but next weekend we are going up the the family cabin on Payette lake, so I'm good.

Okay, I just have to post about my husband's popcorn making skills. He does it the old fashioned way. We even have a special pan. It smells delicious and it tastes heavenly, but...

Every single time he starts the oil and puts the popcorn in he gets distracted by the television. Then when the popcorn starts to pop out of the pan, he acts all surprised, and runs across the house like a dog at the dinner bell, yelling the whole way. This gets pretty funny after a while--it's like, maybe you should stay in the kitchen while you are cooking, Honey. Good thing he doesn't make dinner.

So, as if that's not bad enough, he always takes the first couple pieces of pocorn, lays them on the stove and sprinkles salt over them before eating them like an appetizer. It took me a while to figure out where the salt circles come from. Anyone else have a husband who acts like an alien in the kitchen?

Okay, maybe I won't be famous, but I won a contest and I will have my name in Hope Lyda's next novel. She said that Angela Meuser might be a hispanic baby girl. How fun is that?