Out of the mouths of babes...

I'm excited to have a new banner for the blog, but it also brings up an important confession that will be told through a very telling statement of Jack's.

We played Monopoly for the first time with the boys earlier this week. Jack had seen that I was the iron last time Eric and I played (after everyone went to sleep, but they came out for a peek), and so he declared that he wanted to be the iron this time.

"Sure thing, Jack," I replied.

"But, Mom," Jack began with uncertainty.

"Yes?"

"What's an iron?" He asked, with a quizzical look.

At this point, I will admit that Eric and I shot each other a look and had to laugh. I then had to explain what an iron was to Jack.

And, so to my confession...

I don't iron.

The banner graphic will just have to be indicative of the fact that I *do* do a lot of things around the house, but ironing is not one of them. We just don't iron in our house. (Well -- except when I have sewn something here, before giving away my junkie sewing machine.)

Perhaps the new banner will be an inspiration to actually do some ironing in 2008. Maybe.