poor man's French bread. (daily photo)

I had a ton of hot dog buns in the cabinet the other night, and I was at a pivotal decision making crossroad: do I feed these to the geese or my kids? Geese or kids? I chose kids, swiped then with olive oil, sprinkled them with garlic salt, and topped them with shredded mozzarella cheese.

(I am talking about the bread here. Not my kids. Just so we are clear...)

I put them in the oven on broil for about 6 or 7 minutes until they were crispy on top. Made some homemade turkey meatballs and spaghetti with sweet tea. It was a cost effective, yummy supper if I do say so myself.

Note to self: SERIOUSLY stop doing this to yourself on a Wednesday night. NO one appreciates your garlic breath during fellowship time.

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mama moments: school days

We went to a meeting yesterday with Berean Christian School in Knoxville. They have a "homeschool umbrella program" that maintains your child's records, aids in choosing curriculum, offers a kindergarten and high school graduation and an official high school diploma. I am excited to be partnered with them as we wade the waters of homeschool for the first time. I know we have had Bible lessons in our home since Eden was a toddler, but this is where all the other elements of education come in to play.

Needless to say I am a nervous wreck. I mean, I can't do simple math in my head.

There are things I am excited about with homeschooling and things I'm stressing about. I really pray this is the right decision for our family. We are kind of in a "trial run" of sorts. Pray with me, please? 

I cannot believe she is almost five. Some days I wish I could just go back to doing tummy time on a pink blanket and watching Boy Meets World every afternoon. 

I guess we gotta grow up sometime. 

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salute. (daily photo)

August is saluting the men and women who have fought for our freedom and who keep our country safe. He proudly placed the little flag on the grave of his great-grandfather Owen Elkins, who fought in World War II.

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the flags of our fathers.

Wow. It is already Thursday. I have been super blog lazy this week. Also laundry lazy, for those seeing me out and about wearing the same thing two days in a row.

Ahem. Anyway, this weekend. Where do I begin? Ahh, yes. Memorial Day happened. And while this is not a huge holiday, we try to visit the cemetery each year, and place little flags on our grandfather's graves. It is actually really interesting. Two of Brandon's grandfathers and my grandfather are all buried at the same cemetery, and their grave sites are all in the same row. Brandon's grandfather Owen and my grandfather Bill were both in the Air Force, and both fought in World War II as well. Odd, I know.

We explained to the kids the importance of serving our country and how their great-grandfathers fought for them, even before they were ever born. We had three grandfathers, three flags, three kids. Each child got to place a flag on a grave in remembrance: 

Don't you love how Titus is wearing a paci clip, but his paci is still dragging the ground? Sheesh. 

But I love his two-fisted look of "I get to put a flag out, too? SCORE!"

We also had help from our favorite gal, Cousin Bella. Here is where they were all huddled on the ground, probably plotting which flowers they were going to touch next, and then I heard Eden tell Bella: "There are people's bones in the ground here. But you don't need your bones in heaven. You go up to live with God."

Our little day showing respect to the gentlemen that served our country and led our families was a success. Except when I spotted August petting a ceramic dog, whispering "Hey, puppy!" on some lady's headstone. 

That's when we loaded up and called it a day. 

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