Saturday morning, as I was lying in bed trying to find the willpower to get up and feed the savages, one of my kids came in and asked if we "had" to have muffins "again".  Hmph.  Not the way to get me out of bed, to say the least.  So my valiant husband fielded both the complaint and the cooking, making chocolate chip oatmeal muffins with two little helpers, one at each elbow.  It was delicious, and sweet to watch.  He did the dishes, too.  Extra-yummy.

And, I have been trying to corral my thoughts for another in-depth post, so hopefully that will come together soon.  Look for it later this week.