Things occupying the little people these days: cup stacking, Blokus, some strange city-related game in the basement involving tax paid workers and private sector ones too and pretty much every piece of furniture, office supplies, and all other random things in my house. Life lessons overhead, being taught to the younger (apparently lazy) ones: "You really need to work if you want to support a family."
Yesterday was a particularly long day with quite a few bumps along the way. You know it's bad when your seven year old - not generally known as the most gracious of the bunch - feels the need to thank you for feeding him everyday.
Thanking God that "His mercies are new every morning..."
