Once upon a time (longer ago than I care to admit), in a land far away, (Texas), I went to high school. And while attending that high school, I received yearbooks to remember the people and events of each year. And many people signed those yearbooks with the phrase “don’t ever change.” I probably did it, too.

Telling stories is a gift. I don’t have it. God does. Some people do. You know who they are. They can make even the most mundane tasks like eating breakfast sound like epic events.

We don’t have a dog, although one little girl in this house would say that we have two – one is plastic and one is stuffed. I’m referring to Little E. He does some things that remind us of a little puppy. One of his favorite spots is under the table. He likes to push the chairs around and play with the clips on the booster seats, but he especially likes to eat crumbs and stray food off of the floor.

Over the years, we have had to find creative ways to let the kids get their energy out during the long winter months. One of our favorite after supper activities (when we can’t go outside) is to have a dance party.

1 box
+
2 brothers
= a lot of fun

I have a tendency to group things in threes. There are several instances in every room of my home. This is just a small sampling: