I took it as a compliment or rather as a matter of fact when my son told me this morning that I had "mormon breath". I rarely write down the funny/naughty/sweet things that he says for I can't keep up, but I did love this one. You'd think there was a teenager in the house to learn from for all the huffing, protesting and "oh mom!'s" that I get. I'm learning a lot of patience, or possibly my lack of, from my 3 year old in combo with my 11 monther! But for all the grief I get, I can say that I get at least 3 helpings of wonderful, loving, adorable moments. Right when your on the brink, those brown eyes will sparkle or those red curls will be sticking out just at the right angle and you have to smile. Naturally, I write this after a particularly whiny, stressful afternoon. So while they are content for the moment, one with a cookie and milk and the other walking around with his favorite toy- our phone, I can gather up my brain and be grateful for my "blessings". Addendum: that cup of milk was just spilled all over the rug and the phone has been traded for a fun little game of grab at the laptop. 2 1/2 hours till bed and a night of "The Office" and "Lost". Awesome.