who cracked the egg?

as i sit and write this post, zeb is stepping on easter eggs...let me paint a better picture for you...do you remember when you were three and you tried to stab a grape on your plate? every time you tried to stab it, it flew across your plate? the best part, he looks at me and says "oh no?" after each one...it's getting a good laugh out of this hot, bothered prego!!

jai is upstairs sleeping the afternoon away...i wish i were him right now. the heat at mid day is hard to take unless a fan is pointing directly on you...nights have been amazingly cool and i'm hoping they will stay that way!

other exciting news on the homefront? as the fan is blowing directly on me the garbage truck is sitting right outside our gate. not so bad if you aren't prego and the trash isn't bulging out the top of the truck...zeb is watching the "trashy town truck." you'll have to ask jon's mom bout that one...


my question for the day...is our suffering a direct result of our sins?