Party in the back!
The baby mullet is in full effect, y’all. It makes me want to just kiss her sweet cheeks, because bless her heart, you know?
In other news, see her boo boo? I know, you might have to squint. She fell down in the driveway last weekend and smacked her head pretty hard. But the knee has turned out to need the most care. This is how it goes:
MB wakes up from her nap.
Me: HI, BUBBA!! Did you have a good nap?
MB: Knee! Kneeeeeeeee!
Me: Huh? [I’m slow–even though this has been going on for days]
MB: Kneeeeeee! Kneeeeeeeeeee-uh!
Me: Does your knee need a kiss?
Me: Ok [kiss!]. Does that feel better?
But apparently not for long, because that knee needs lots of kisses. At dinner the knee needed a kiss, but I couldn’t really get a good look under the high chair and kissed the wrong knee.
Me: Does that feel better?
Can’t she just stay little?
You know who you are.
Let’s see. What have we been up to lately?
Hanging out on the couch in our pjs.
Trying out pigtails.
You know, the usual.
I hope you get to hang out with a snack on your couch in your pjs with your hair in pigtails someday soon, too. We highly recommend.
I’ve always known that I married an amazing man, but I try not to talk about it a lot. I figure: why brag?
But then the Jacksonville Business Journal had to go and name Lee one of Jacksonville’s most influential 40 under 40, and now the secret’s out.
So now you know, if you weren’t already suspicious: my husband is awesome. I’m so proud of him! Kind of makes all the cancelled vacations worth it. We can always take our honeymoon on our 10th anniversary, right?
I love you, sweetH.
No no no, not this Sugarboo…
I saw this last piece in a back issue of Southern Living that was about to hit the recycle bin a few weeks ago and decided that it shall be mine.
[Dear Lee, I will expect to receive this on or about May 9th. K?Thx.Love.]
Laura, you would be so proud: I whipped my own cream yesterday. In fact, I was pretty proud of myself, so if you’re underwhelmed, that’s ok.
[This isn’t mine–I forgot to take a picture. But I swear it looked like this. Maybe not quite as prettily styled.]
Lee and I were in the grocery store getting supplies for dessert on Sunday, and one of the items we needed was Cool Whip. Simple enough. Except that Lee has been reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma
and couldn’t help pointing out that Cool Whip is basically chemically contrived. It contains no milk or cream at all, and water is its most natural ingredient. Ick.
So, the only thing left to do was put on my big girl britches and whip some freaking cream, you know? On the upside, I got a nice arm workout with that whisk.
Just don’t make me look at the ingredients in my Jalepeno chips. For the love of God. Don’t make me do it.
1. Get a wok.
2. Throw out all chicken nuggets.
3. Learn how to dance while cooking.
[I’ll preface this by saying that MB’s new favorite thing to say is I know. This has replaced What’s that? as the most frequently uttered phrase in our household. I guess she figures she’s asked What’s that? 14,000 times a day since October, so she finally knows it all.]
So, I’m cooking dinner for MB last night [pesto ravioli again, she can’t get enough]. She’s twirling around the kitchen playing with a purple beach pail that has still not made it to a permanent home in the toy bin.
I turn around from the stove, and the bucket is upside down on her head.
Me: MB, you know you have a bucket on your head?
MB: [bucket still on head] I know.
Me: Mmmkay, as long as you know.