My sister can't stand the pitiful pictures of Bode with the gas mask on so she's insisting I post something else.

Which really leaves me no choice but to add more pictures of our Disney Trip - I can feel your eyes rolling all the way from here.

The day we found out Mia was going to be in Annie I started praying the same prayer over and over again.  A simple prayer, really.  Basically it was, "Keep sickness out of our home during this busy time."

And he did just that.  Not so much as a sniffle from September to Christmas, which is nothing short of a miracle in a home with two small children. Mia didn't miss a single rehearsal or performance.  It was truly a huge blessing during the busiest months of our lives.

But as soon as the curtain closed we were hit like a tsunami.  Stomach viruses, colds, strep, you name it.

Now don't get me wrong, I am not complaining.  Yes, I'm tired of the constant passing of viruses and bugs and the constant washing and rewashing of every washable thing in my house.  It gets old, as all mothers know.

 (Why yes, we are the whitest family in Florida.)

But I have learned an important lesson about the power of prayer, and this is it:  It works, so never stop doing it.

That seems so obvious, yet I need to be reminded of it constantly (I'm kind of slow like that).  If something works, go with it.

And you get that free of charge today from the {Slow-to-learn} Undomestic Goddess.