I stayed up way too late last night. Anyone want to take a look around my blog and take a wild guess at what it was I was doing? The thing is, once you start a project like a blog makeover, you can't quit half way through. You really have to complete it. I may be paying for it later though! 

 We have been on a board game kick around here. After the Monopoly fiasco of two nights ago, we decided to try "Life". Zion was slightly more involved in this one... it has toy cars, with little "people", so it held his attention for about 4 minutes, rather than 60 seconds. Hey, progress is progress, right? This time, I won. Quite nicely, if you really want to know. Canaan was not a good sport. He whined that he wanted to win, and that it wasn't fair, and why did he have to lose, etc. He is five after all. Andy gave him a small talk about good sportsmanship, and asked him to apologize to me, but we didn't make too big of a deal. It was already 7:45, and we were running late for the bedtime routine. We proceeded with the pajamas, teeth brushing, stories, - small detour to have a serious discussion about how completely unacceptable it is to spit in the house ever, but especially on your little brother - memory verse and prayers, tucking in...

 There is always one last "I have to go potty" and "I need one more toy train to sleep with" type request, but finally it was quiet. Andy knew that he had to be at work at 5am (yes, on SAT!!!) so he was already in the bed. I was sitting in there, rubbing his feet (side story here... lest you think I am just a good wife, it was merely a guilt driven foot rub. Last week I was sick, then I have had a UTI, and tomorrow I am leaving for my Mom's for a week... he hasn't been getting much "special attention" lately, and is not going to be getting any next week. I figured he deserved something.) Anyway, I was rubbing his feet, about 40 minutes after we put the kids to bed, when I hear little feet pattering through the kitchen. Canaan comes up to the side of the bed and says, "Mommy, I am sorry I didn't say Yipee when you won. I love you." 

 My heart melted. I still sent him back to bed, where he belonged. And I might have laughed just a little. But all the same, my heart completely melted. It no longer mattered that he was a bad sport earlier, or that he spit on his brother during bedtime stories. He is an angel. I love my Canaan. Oh yes, I LOVE MY CANAAN!