May I just say, that I am turning in to a domestic champion?

Not only has my room been clean for the past 3 weeks (gasp), but I also made Kaleb a very intricate dinner, if I do say so myself. While the fact that you are reading this indicates that you are fairly familiar with me and the following admission, let me just state that my cooking skills/ambition have always been... stunted. My mother thought a home cooked meal consisted of (a)taco bell or (b) noodles with tuna and cream of mushroom soup (stirred, ofcourse). This is a victory, yall. A VICTORY. I really enjoy cooking for Kaleb. How 19th century of me. BUT I also like being an independent, hard working, ball-busting, professional woman. (PS I love my new job. Love love love. The girls are fantastic because He provides)

I am pretty confident that Kaleb is one of the most predominate signs God has ever given me that he loves me.

Enough of that. Back to work.