Well, today is officially my last day as a twenty-something. Tomorrow I'll hit the big 3-0. Yikes! I'm not completely sure I'm ready to take the leap into a new decade, but as my big birthday approaches I do feel very loved.
Yesterday Ben baked me a cake. He baked me a cheesecake. All by himself. That would bring the number of things my husband has baked in his life to a grand total of ... one. It was the first time he had ever baked anything. I must say, that cheesecake looks mighty fine sitting there in the fridge. It's taken a great deal of willpower for me to refrain from sneaking a teeny-tiny sample.
Earlier this week I casually mentioned I needed some new oven mitts. My six-year-old asked where someone might buy said oven mitts, and I suggested the loonie store. Well, yesterday my son told his daddy they had to stop at the store. With his own allowance (the kids earns only $2 per week) he chose a stylin' pair of oven mitts. What a sweetheart! He brought his gift home as proud as could be. You can be sure those mitts will be put to good use! (In fact, I believe my husband might have used them for the first time last night!)