My son is eating the seeds off of the top of his hamburger bun.  He likes the burgers, but he prefers french fries.  So when I told him he couldn't have anymore french fries until he ate a bite of his burger, he chose this "compromise."  I'm not sure how this is better than just taking a bite... but whatever.
Today my little guy kicked his precious MawMaw. He was being silly, and thought it would be funny I guess.   Luckily his Daddy was there to give him a pop and a stern talking-to.  Later on in the day, when I went to pick him up, I mentioned something about not kicking, and he gave me the funniest look.  He put down his head, and frowned, and cut his eyes up at me with an expression that I can only describe as sheer confusion.  How did Mommy KNOW about when I got in trouble today?  I tried to keep a straight face.
Mommies always know, dear one.  Always.

Today's blog

For today's blog, go to NCtoVietnam.com and see today's post.  A little back story: my dad was in Vietnam, and my grandmother kept all the letters he wrote to the family while he was away. At this moment, 45 years ago, he had just finished with Basic Training. Our family invites you to eavesdrop on the conversations held between them during the most trying time of their lives.  Although I have mixed emotions about the things I might learn along the way, one thing I know for sure: history exists so that it can't be repeated. Hope you're blessed today.

Easter Egg Hunt day

So, today was scheduled to be my little guy's very first Easter Egg Hunt at church. However, his Mommy is paranoid about weather and they're calling for severe thunderstorms (which may mean tornadoes) during the window of time directly surrounding said hunt. 
On top of that, his Mommy also woke up with her nose reminding her that it doesn't like spring's yucky yellow paint all over the world. As in, I scratched my nose and felt it in my throat. 
So, we're not going.
Instead of being sad about it (she said, trying to convince herself that she's not sad), we're having our own Easter Egg Hunt!  Chez Willis!  One day only!  Or, you know, until he gets tired of Easter eggs. Based on last year's example, that could be a couple of weeks.
So we're home today, playing with eggs. And watching it rain. From the inside. :-)

A message from the little guy:
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Translation: Happy Early Easter, everyone!

Three Leaf Clovers

I've never found a four-leaf clover. Don't get me wrong - it's not for want of trying. I've spent hours upon hours staring at grassy patches in other people's yards as well as my own trying to spot those little suckers. That doesn't even count the time I've spent looking at the ground while I walk through any size space filled with grass, hoping to see one. All this time searching, and then I hear about these people who have found several in their lifetime. What am I doing wrong? 

Okay, let's go through the process.
Step One: Stand in some grass. Check.
Step Two: Open your eyes. Check.
Step Three: Point them toward the ground. Check.
Step Four: Find a four leaf clover. ... sigh.

It's that pesky last step that has me stumped. What am I missing here?
I wonder if it isn't luck at all, but just some special breed of grass that only grows in certain - oh, what's that? You found a four leaf clover in my yard? Good for you.
Sigh again.
Want to know what got me thinking on this subject? I was baking this evening and realized that I've never found a double yoked egg either. As I laboriously stirred my two eyeballed eggs into my cake dough, I wondered if they really exist. I've heard they do. But what do you do if you find one? Fish out one of the yokes? Or just don't open the second egg? But would that leave enough egg white for the batter? Oh, the pressure!  I'm almost glad I haven't found a double-yoked egg. I don't think I could handle it.

So it begs the question: do I care if I'm not lucky?

I don't mind that I've never won the lottery. Who needs the headaches? I'd rather be proud of my day's work than ashamed of my bank balance.  I also don't mind that I'm not very good at Monopoly (I'm determined that there's no skill to that game, just luck and meanness).
So where does this leave me? An unlucky woman, surrounded by three leaf clovers.
But maybe that's not so bad after all.  If I'm surrounded by them, that means I'm in someone's yard, and that's normally a pretty good place to be.  It also means that there's good weather because, really, who looks for clovers when it's raining out?  And if there are several three-leaf clovers, that also means that the rain levels are good this year. And my yard looks greener even if it's not grass.
Maybe I have a little luck after all.  I've seen a few shooting stars.  I don't think that's luck though - that really is just a matter of leaving your eyes on the skies for long enough.  Especially if there's a meteor shower.
The moral of this story is that luck is all well and good for some people, but for me - I'll take my blessings. The three leaf clovers will make me happy today. And the cake that will be made with the single yoked egg. And the extra dollars in my pocket not wasted on a lottery ticket. And the peace of mind knowing that I could win Monopoly if I wanted to, if I make up my own rules.
So look, world, look for four leaf clovers!  And while you're searching, I'll rejoice in the abundance of three.