Seems Like Ole' Times. . .

When you go fishing, it's important to use the right bait.

Last night, it was tacos.

Under threat of certain death, all four of my children (plus one, and a half) managed to make it for dinner. The seven of us crowded around the table which seems to keep getting smaller and smaller, and joined hands. We said our blessing, thankful for the moment, then the salsa commenced to flyin'!

I'd forgotten how nice (and noisy) it was to have the whole gang in one place at one time. It seems like one or the other is always working or otherwise occupied, and dinner time at our house is now usually a much quieter affair.

When you find yourself in the midst of your family fracas, wishing for a little peace and quiet. . .well, be careful what you wish for. It isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Have fun. . .ole'!