A HOT DOG IS A HOTDOG IS A HOT-DOG!

It doesn't matter how you slice, dice, cut, or otherwise serve whole, a hot dog is a hot-dog! Why does the shape of the "meat" matter to my kids? I have no idea why I can't serve a whole hot dog to everyone. One wants it sliced, the other wants it cubed and another wants it whole on a bun (not a slice of bread, but an authentic hot dog bun).

Does the flavor change when you pierce the skin? Are flavor chemicals released during chopping that are still present when the wiener is in full form?

I don't know because I don't eat that crap, but, what I do know is that I am spending my time today customizing the shape of weenie pieces.

So glad I went to college for this!

xoxo,
Rachel

I FELL OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH... WELL, NOT REALLY

I've pretty much been MIA since Christmas. Things have been very hectic here and I'm trying to get a grip on it all. I'm still working on it, so I may be in and out for a couple more days.

In the meantime, please know that I love all my readers and I am so very thankful for you! I am hoping to bring you all something very wonderful in the next couple of weeks. It's a secret, so you'll have to try and be patient!

XOXO,
Rachel

GREAT EXPECTATIONS

     Tonight I was doing my final walk through the house, checking door locks, turning lights off, and peeking in on my girls like I do every night. And, of course, I can't help but notice and make note of all the little things around my house that are not where they are supposed to be. And yes, it totally bugs me. But as I'm thinking of all these little irritations that I must make progress on tomorrow, I approach my 3 year old's bed and I notice she's not covered up completely. So, I pull the covers up and tuck her in, and then it hits me... I really miss her. But how? I spent the whole day with her and her sisters. How do I feel like I haven't been with her in ages? Then I realize, it's because I've been going and going all day and I honestly can't remember the last time I just sat down and cuddled, read a book, or tickled her. Man, how could I be so blind? I really am missing the point. So what if my house isn't perfect. It probably never will be. And who cares if there's still a few toys scattered throughout my house? My girls need more time with me, and less of me stressing over the details. *sigh* Why do I always have these revelations at night when I'm supposed to be sleeping?! Probably because it's quiet and I can actually think for a minute.

     So, I'm purposing to make tomorrow different. No, I'm not letting the house go by the wayside, but I will be more intentional tomorrow. Tomorrow I will spend one on one time with each child. I will hug, cuddle, tickle, and kiss their sweet faces. I will stop myself from Febreezing us all into oblivion and spend more time enjoying the sweet baby smell of their hair.

     And, I will cease to frame my world around my great expectations of motherhood, and being a homemaker, and frame it around what God's given me... Four amazingly beautiful, sweet, smart, precioius children and a loving husband.

Now off to bed... I need to cuddle something.


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