Charmed!

The first three months of pregnancy were torture for me! Luckily, my wonderful mother came to the rescue! She cleaned my disgusting house, fed my deprived children and husband (although if I ever smell bacon or onion again, it will be too soon!), and took care of her own whining baby (refer to the smell insertion). She even had an ingenious plan to keep my children kind and helpful--she brought charm bracelets for them to earn, and then each day they could get a new charm to go on the bracelet. Fabulous!! For the two weeks following her departure, they asked when grandma was going to come and cook some 'real food' for them again!

Happily, I am better now--but I am wondering when they are going to stop asking that question?