Paper, markers, a giant bowl of ooples and banoonoos, and somewhere a stapler on the loose to create such things as books entitled, “My Creations. Written by Me. Illustrated by Me”.
Me, as in my little guy. Who is most definitely an artiste.
I heart this.
Is it just me, or do you dig it too?
I know I’m biased
(Really just a line-up of recycled jars packed with nibbles).
I never dust it – as evidenced by the pepitas jar lid. If I could draw on the picture I would – with an arrow and a circle and a scribble that says, “See? There’s the dust.”
I only dust in dire situations, and I’ve yet to meet such a situation as dire as might require dusting the pepitas lid.
That’s Cadence, the pink unicorn.
She’s the good guy, and she’s got a gnarly up-do.
The little yellow pony, Apple Jack, that came packaged with her? She’s the bad guy.
I just learned these unicorn/pony dynamics this morning by eavesdropping on my little gal’s phone convo with her Godmother.
Cadence stands watchful guard while her little mama’s making egg casseroles. It’s the way of gnarly haired, good-guy unicorns everywhere.
She “read” this book to her grandma this weekend. It was a totally engrossing story with lots Spanglish-ish language sprinkled in. (Yes. Double “ish” on that one).
It was a reeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaally long book.
Thank goodness for the patience of grandparents.
Or – actually – thank grandparents for the patience of grandparents. . .
See? I don’t dust diffusers either.
It’s been so long since I’ve addressed these little scented sticks, in fact, that I had to look up what they were called.
Did you remember that’s what they are?
You’re house probably smells prettier than mine if you did.
You’re in the scented oil wick know.
Dad took the kiddos fishing.
I took a bath.
A long, hot bath at 11AM.
And yes. That is the October issue of Real Simple.
I’m a little behind on my magazine reading.
Well, I was behind. . .
Some of us also come home and immediately change back into cozy jammies that sport elk silhouettes all over the pants.
Who can fault the guy?
I’d do it if I had cozy elk-laden jammies too.
These two measured and stirred together a new batch of DIY Taco Seasoning. We adjusted a little and halved the chili powder and red pepper flakes, and doubled the cumin.
And then they stirred it really fast and made sure to sprinkle some all over the counter.
That’s the secret of our secret recipe – a messy process makes it taste better.
Oh! And, of course – I know you didn’t guess it yet – I decided to play with my camera.
Therefore: the pics, questionable quality, and funky editing.
What about you?
What did your weekend look like?
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