Do you want to be a priest?

Today in the car we were listening to our favorite Catholic radio station. They had a little commercial about how the Church needs more young men to answer God's call to become priests. We asked Ben if he wanted to be a priest and his response was an excited "yeah!" Not being sure he knew what a priest does I asked him. His response was "TOOT, TOOT!" A little confused I asked him again "what does a priest do?" Again his response was "TOOT, TOOT!" By now my husband and I are both cracking up and to clarify I ask Ben "What does Fr. Barr do?" His response? "Says God Bless." That's more like it.

I love you...

Here is a conversation that my husband and son had this morning as my husband was getting ready for work.

Ben: Build tracks too, Dad?
Jacob: No, I have to go get ready for work.
Ben: I'll follow you.
Jacob: No, you stay here.
Ben: But, I love you. (imagine this being said with a pouty face)

Can we say guilt trip?

Happy New Year!

I was thinking back about my new year's resolution for 2008. I had said I wanted to cook better and more "creative" meals for my family. I think I achieved that. Tonight we are having Chili, which isn't too exciting, but it sure beats a frozen pizza. Now on to 2009. I was going to write some profound resolution like "I will be a happier, better mom." Or, "I will embrace all the changes that are coming with Jacob going back to school." But, this morning I came to a realization that will now be my 2009 resolution. I need to cook better pancakes. I am absolutely terrible at making pancakes. It's not an issue with the batter, it's more of a technical issue. I flip them either too early or too late, and when I do flip them they end up on top of each other. The funny thing about this is that Jacob says I taught him to make pancakes and his always turn out perfect. Half of this morning's batch ended up in the garbage because they were black, and I am pretty sure I had a couple that were doughy in the middle. So, I will keep practicing, and maybe in a year you can come over for pancakes... at your own risk.