Last night after dinner Matt went to start a bath for Taylor while I was doing the dishes. Brayden was still at the table playing with his spoon, or so I thought. When I turned around to check on him this is what I found:















Somehow he managed to tip over the salad bowl and sneak a few croutons.


Here's your Christmas story for the day:

Dreamers and Doers by: John R. Sisley, Jr

The woman who slouched in the front seat of the bus distressed me. Her hair was matted, her face dirty, and though it was a cold night outside, she was wearing only a flimsy cotton dress and a blanket through which she had torn holes for her arms.What should I do? I wondered. She was so obviously in need, and at Christmas time, too. Wasn't there some shelter I could direct her to, some place where she'd get all the attention she required? No, I finally reasoned, her problems were too much for me.As I pondered - and rejected - possible solutions to the woman's plight, the bus came to a stop. A young man poorly dressed but neat, rose to leave. It was not until he got off, and the bus had started up again, that I noticed what he had done. He had slipped off his black knit gloves and laid them on her lap.