It's National Ford Mustang Day ... What's Your Favorite?

Today, friends, we celebrate National Ford Mustang Day! Which is fortunate, because I have always been in love with the Mustang (my husband rented one for me for my 40th birthday weekend!). It's my favorite car, followed closely by the Camaro. And you know me, I love the vintage AND the new. But here is my favorite (what's yours?):

Fun fact: Both Aron's mom and mine owned a Mustang in the 1960s!

Wordless Wednesday w/LINKY: Flowers Inside Flowers

One of the girls picked a daffodil from our yard and gave it to me. Then my other girl brought in a tiny purple flower (my mom will kill me for not knowing the name of it! ... hyacinth?) and placed the purple one inside the yellow one. It looked so pretty I had to take a picture.

Callie's First Communion

Last Saturday was Callie's First Communion ceremony! It took her 2 years of preparation, and she was so sweet and beautiful at the service! Nana made the cake/cupcakes, which were gorgeous and yummy! A wonderful and generous friend from church came by with her granddaughter and a gift after the ceremony. Friends and family came to a party afterward, and we had a scrumptious lunch brought by Plaza Catering. It was a special event.

Thank you to Karla, a blast from the past (1995, anyone?), who provided us with the dress, veil and shoes and wanted nothing in return. Karla, I snuck a Target gift card on your entryway shelf and still owe you!

The Clean Plate Club

Below are last night's members of The Clean Plate Club. We joke about this at Weight Watchers a lot since so many of us were brought up to clean our plate at dinnertime before we got to go play or have dessert. It can be a challenge to leave some food on your plate (or not get seconds) when something is super yummy. We try not to place huge servings on our kids' plate so they don't feel like they have to finish every drop. But last night they really dug my Baked Spaghetti (recipe to come with photo, OF COURSE!) and even had seconds!

Without further delay, here are my members (and no, we are not in a halfway house; this is our own home, thank you very much, it's just that my husband recently turned into a (wallpaper) STRIPPER:

Picking My Boogahs: A Post by Eva

Last week at gymnaskits I made my teacher laugh. She saw something shmugie in my hair even though I just had a bath. She asked if it was gum or a boogah.

I said, "It can't be a boogah because I gave up picking my boogahs for Lent."

Does anybody know how long Lent is?