I've been gone for almost 2 months, and the reasons would include--
1. The busiest month of cakes I have ever had.
2.  A birthday party for my favorite little booger.
3. Christmas and New Years, bowl games,and general merriment.
4.  Not one, but two, sizable snowfalls in the land of "snow flurries are called a blizzard, so when we actually have a blizzard, life as we know it is over."

I have nothing exceptionally exciting to say today, but I have just recovered from laughing so hard that I wanted to write this so I would remember what a blessing my little boy is to me. His personality shines through more and more each day, and so many little things come and go each day that I know I will never be able to remember them.  

Today's example, also known as You Know You're the Mother of a Boy When....

Jeremiah has recently become fixated on coins.  He will sit for the better part of an hour putting a gigantic pile of coins into a piggy bank. I think it started when the Salvation Army people were out-- I simply cannot walk past them without putting whatever I have in their bucket, and I let Jeremiah do the honors each time this year.  Since then, nothing makes him happier than having two or three coins clutched in each grubby little hand at all times.  Except, perhaps, putting coins into his pockets.  My dryer has probably $45 dollars in pennies rattling around in there at any given moment.

This morning, as I was answering a cake inquiry email, here came JB, running full force and obviously very excited about something.  Clad in his rocketship PJs, he came running up to me and yelled, "MOMMY!  Coins in my pocket!"

His PJ pants do not have pockets.  I was sufficiently intrigued to say, "You've got coins in your pockets??  Let me see!"   So I start playfully patting his legs and bottom searching for pockets.

The voice of an angel responds, "No, Mommy!  Coins by my winky!"

Apparently his diaper has $45 worth of coins rattling around as well.

Little booger.