Who are you, and what have you done with our kids?

This morning we were awakened suddenly by the sound of the dishwasher being emptied. We lay there quietly for a minute, wondering if someone had broken into our house. But in a flash, three well-dressed boys entered our room asking what their chores were. We knew instantly that something was drastically wrong and rushed upstairs to check the locks on the doors, certain that our children had been kidnapped and replaced with way too helpful robot-like, clone droids. O.K. Maybe too much Star Wars going on around here. But it was eventful, none the less.

Riley asked me last week if I was around in the 1700's.

I've had a hard time getting into Thanksgiving this year. My whole family is gathering in Oregon, but Bill works until 9:00 Wednesday night and again at 6:00 Friday morning. SO, we won't be going. There was no way I was cooking all by myself for five men (four little, one big), who have no interest in helping and will turn up their noses to most everything but the rolls and canned cranberry sauce. But thank goodness for MOPS, because MOPS friends can even save Thanksgiving. Three of us moms who all had the same sentiments about slaving in the kitchen for those who are more interested in football and making the world's larget beanbag towers, are banding together to create a memorable event. We will also probably be inviting some others who God has brought into our lives and have great need. So, even though I'm truly thankful for so much, I'm finally feeling like celebrating a day called Thanksgiving.