Why I should have gray hair

I have an amazing mother. As I was growing up, she would love each gray hair she got. She loved them so much, she would freak out if you dared to pull one of hers' out. She doesn't just grow old gracefully, she embraces and loves the wisdom and experience of each year and each day. Thankfully, I learned a thing or two from her. And while I haven't found a gray hair yet, I'm perfectly willing to accept them when they come along. After the day I had, that should be any time now...

I spent most of the day cleaning in preparation for my realtor's visit. Calet spent the day destroying everything I cleaned.

After he got home from school, I asked Jaden to get the mail so I wouldn't have to put on shoes and bundle up. He was already out there anyway, right? Well, he poked around outside so long that Daven's bus arrived. Daven saw Jaden getting the mail and wanted to get it too. They fought. Rolling in snow ensued. You can't see their faces from the angle, so here is a picture of them. It was either take a picture or pull out my hair, and I already said I'd like to keep my hair. I'm working on ignoring their 'junk behavior.' I don't normally take pictures of fighting, for the record...

But, lest you (or I) feel like today was nothing but a big headache, I got a free t-shirt that I ordered from Signing Time. They make WONDERFUL movies that teach sign language to children and babies. But they are great for adults too and Brad has learned a lot!

Now, bring on the gray hairs!