We were on our way to the car one night, and Dylan drifted off (well, trespassed) into somebody's yard, intrigued by their Christmas lawn display. I think he liked it because the little nutcracker men were just his size!
Dylan "helped" me bake one day. His assistance mostly involved doing what you see in the above picture, dumping clumps of flour on the floor. I was so eager for anything to distract him while I baked, that I let him go to town.
If you look closely, you can see the flour on his cheek and shirt. :)
I am Kim, a 30 something wife to Marc and mom to Dylan, Elle and Carston. This blog is a journal of my everyday life - all things heart and home. My hope is that it would help loved ones stay connected, offer a little entertainment, and point people to our loving God along the way.