And have I mentioned to ya'll before that I prefer my cheese puffs stale? I can't remember. Well, I do. It's something about the texture. They get a little more chewy and a little more full of love, in my opinion. I used to go into my grandma's pantry as a child and open her freshly purchased bag of cheese puffs and leave them open to sit for a few days. She always wondered who left them open to "go bad". That would be me.
Oh, and the Cheetos "Twisted" puffs? Stealing my heart.
Did I really just waste over 10 sentences (yes, I went back and counted) on my love for cheese puffs?
Please help me.
Well, in my defense, I am going a bit loopy. Ever since Hamp has had his ear infections, which are thankfully now gone, his sleeping habits have been way off. He stopped sleeping through the night and therefore he and I both are a little sleep deprived. Before I was a parent I used to hate hearing moms talk about their baby's sleeping patterns. Now, I'm one of them. So let's move on, shall we?
Don't you all wish I had a point to this post? You're not alone. It's seems to me I've been a little scatter-brained here lately, really more to the point of anxious.
So I've been really trying to reflect on a few verses of Matthew 6, specifically verses 19-34. Sometimes I'm a worry wart and my mind just goes ninety to nothing.
I'm working on it.
But for now, here's some pics of my precious kiddos, whom I love more than Cheetos.
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|It's Only Rock 'n Roll (But I Like It)|
And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?
Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
Matthew 6: 27 & 34