
I walk into the kitchen to check out whats burning - I havn't been cooking. And there it is a BIG knife and block of cheese on the counter.

There is my Big B, independantly busy making himself and his brother a casadia. He just couldn't figure out how to match up all the different triangles of tortilla and all the little pieces of cheese together. Wow, he did a darn good job!!! But he did like my idea to cut a few pieces of cheese and put them in one whole folded tortilla, then cut it after its cooked.
Is he really 7 years old already? Sometimes we fight like he is 17. He
must be too much like me. But then we really get eathother too. B is organized, thoughtful, a hard worker, scatterbrained, impulsive, active, sweet, silly, and shy!!! I love to see each boy and their completely different personalities. I feel so blessed to be their mom and be here to try my best and raise them without damaging them too much. They are awsome.