Here's a truth for you...

I feel like my head is going to explode these days. Too many balls up in the air, too little time. Some of the "balls" you can probably figure out... others, I'm not ready to go public on yet... but, trust me, they're good. (Not we're adopting a baby good, but good... and big.) Right now I'm just busy taking deep breaths and chanting "stay calm and carry on." In the meantime, I might be a little light on the content here. (I mean something had to give, right?!) I also might be a little light on the commenting, so please bear with me! Hopefully, we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming soon.

And here's another truth for you:


My son might just grow up to be a hibachi chef. He was riveted when we went out to a hibachi steak house over the weekend. We thought it would be entertaining for him, but we didn't realize he wouldn't be able to tear his eyes away. Nor did we think he was going to come home and try to recreate what he saw... down to squirting his bottle on the stove. And if you think I'm joking, I'm not. Just like I'm not joking when I tell you he's wanted to play with the spatula non-stop and has tried repeatedly to flip things into Roxy's bowl.