Next week is Spring Break for us, and we are SO ready.  All of us are dragging a bit, especially after the recent time change.  Said time change has naturally thrown Ben's schedule off-kilter, so that he is wanting to stay up late (much to his roommate Sarah's chagrin) and sleep in late.  He's been so out-of-whack he's even refused to nap a couple of times.  Honestly, the whole thing makes me want to smack whoever came up with Daylight Savings Time in the first place.  It is such a pain in the neck when there are small children involved.  In the meantime I am working on getting Ben back in  his groove by waking him up earlier.  Slowly but surely we are making progress.  All that to say that we're all looking forward to a little R&R next week.

Doug and I had a bit of a scare on Sunday morning.  After church we stood around and chitchatted for a while.  This is what we do pretty much every week, while the kids play with their friends for a bit.  This time however, when we were ready to go, Bethany was nowhere to be found.  Now, our church meets in the gym of a private high school, and we pretty well combed the whole campus, to no avail.  I had no clue what we should do next, but thankfully Doug took charge and quietly enlisted the aid of a couple of other guys, who headed out the back door of the gym to continue the search.  I went out the front door once again, and there was Bethany - holding a big stick and covered in mud.  She had been very happily playing next to a small creek that runs along the edge of the property.  She was oblivious to having caused any distress by her absence, so we had to gently (but firmly) communicate that we'd been very worried, and remind her of the rule we'd established some time ago about not leaving the gym without telling us first.  The whole thing probably didn't take more than 10 minutes, but it felt more like 10 hours, and by the time it was over I was feeling about 10 years older...