I called home from work the other day...just checking in to see how things were going. I'm not sure why, I can't fix anything over the phone, but sometimes I get a kick out of what the kids share with me while Dad's busy, away from the phone. Anyhow, this last call was after lunch, and Grace was happy to tell me what they'd just eaten: PB&J, chips, and big marshmallows. Umm? Are you kidding me?! She was so darn excited that dad made all her favorites. I should get frustrated about this. I stress half the day sometimes wondering what fruit and vegetable I can throw together with a fairly healthy main course. But honestly, I'm just glad their being cared for, happy and fed...even if it is mostly garbage. I'll try to get something green in them for supper.
The call reminded me of a few years back...one of the first days I returned back to work after Sam was born. John gave the kids Reeces Peanut Butter cups for breakfast "because peanut butter has protein, right?" God love him for trying.
