The Big Dog is Gone

Mom left yesterday for a conference at Willow Creek Church. Mom is involved in the children's minstry at our church. She's called the Food Lady, because she does all the food for the children's ministry events.

(I call Mom "the Big Dog," bceasue that's what she tells me. She says, "Who's the big Dog?" and then she says, "I am!" I guess she's trying to tell me that I'd better do what she says. She certainly doesn't look like a dog! She's very pretty.)

Dad took the week off from work to watch me and the kids. We are doing okay so far. The house is still standing and everyone's alive. That's success according to Dad.

I really miss Mom. (We all do!) She's always in the kitchen (where I am) and she is always talking to me. Don't tell her, but we got her a surprise for her when she returns. I'll tell you about it later, just in case she reads this from the hotel.