Keith was so cute on his little tricycle, huffing and puffing up the hills. Faye stole an American flag from the wooden Uncle Sam cut out, and was proudly waving it while marching down the streets. It made me laugh, to see the pair of them, so proudly and confidently owning the street.
Unfortunately, that was the moment my camera chose to die.
As I watched them, I couldn't help but ponder on the recent attacks of the US Embassy. How lucky and blessed we are to live here, in this day and age. Faye proudly waving her little American Flag, thrusting it into the air, using it as a baton to the little song she was singing made my heart swell. My heart breaks for people who are not as fortunate.
Speaking of fortunate, yesterday we had an interesting experience.
I was making a delicious butternut squash lasagna. I had just placed it in the oven and turned around to get some salad fixings when I heard a loud grinding sound, and then popping. It scared the daylights out of me. Seriously. I screamed. I turned around and saw sparks flying in the oven. Then a fire.
Thursday, a Convection oven will arrive, and I must bake cookies immediately. To try it out, of course. Make sure that it is safe, you know?