Bomblets

I know it's been a long time since I posted. As soon as I bother Kurtis to do it, or figure out for myself how to do it, there will be some pictures -- including the cutest Larry the Cucumber you ever did see.

Thanks to all of you for your prayers for my mom. She's recovering well, although her energy is still low. She's back home, and going to rehab 3 days a week. Unfortunately, there was anothe break-in/burglary at my folks' house -- this happened while they were helping us move in July, and now it's happened again. I am pretty worried about them -- their safety, since it's likely it was the same people both times, and their stress levels. And of course the burglars weren't satisfied with taking things; they had to dump over piles and empty drawers and throw things around, so now they have all that cleaning up to do, just when Mother is already tired, etc. So, things are going okay, but there's obviously plenty more to pray for.

Asher is growing and changing -- he's so capable in so many ways, that I almost don't notice it. But it really does strike me when we come across something he's not familiar with. This morning Kurtis and Asher made omelets, and while eating Asher kept saying "omelet" in many different, wrong ways. It's so seldom that he mispronounces anything that Kurtis and I were loving it! We miss cute mispronounciations. Anyway, in particular, he kept telling us that we had some egg bomblets to eat... would you like to share some of my embelopes? (pronounced like "om-be-lopes" It was a reminder of how much he's grown, and yet how young he still is.