Caden has finally started calling me "Mama!" He's been able to say it for a while now, he just chooses, like his brother before him, to call me "Daddy." Finally, at almost 18 months he is calling me Mama some. Again, it's the little things that make my day.

I haven't talked to Corban today, I'm trying not to call too much and bother them. I did call last night and tell him "night night." He wasn't very interested in talking to me because he was eating watermelon. Yeah, he misses us so much! (Make sure you read that sentence with lots of sarcasm). Last night Caden was running a fever, but it was gone this morning and back again this afternoon. Johnny went to a visitation and preached a funeral this morning, someone we don't know. Caden and I got groceries, it was a "big grocery" as I call it and it just about wiped me, and my bank account, out. We're having roast chicken and vegetables tonight and then I'll be able to make chicken noodle soup with the leftovers. Johnny is in the basement trying to go through some stuff. Our big project this week while Corban is gone is supposed to be cleaning out the garage and the unfinished part of the basement. I need to get stuff cleared out for a yard sale this spring and we need somewhere to put all of the baby stuff until we need it again and no, that is not some thinly veiled suggestion that we're having another baby soon. Johnny still has to write the sermon and I've got to do the bulletin, but we're hoping to do something fun with just Caden and maybe go out to dinner since we've got half the "trouble."