I’m Loving…
The Makings of a Smile (minus the fact that my rapid head movements and obnoxious deet-deet-deet-ling make me appear quite crazy) seen here: Click it. I’ve watched it a trillion times already because the crescendo to her smile and the clouds-parting-and-angels-singing thing that happens when it finally comes…it makes me crazy. Even crazier than whiplashing my head and deet-deet-deetling.
The Itsy Bitsy Spider with Dot (and how she happens to A: find a way to add the word “Beckham” into every song, and B: get stuck on “Come Down and Washed the–“ over and over and can’t move on) seen here: Click it.
Brett, the Cook
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he thinks he’s Bobby Flay, and I’m loving it. He never cooks. But now, I guess he does. I walked into the kitchen to this yesterday:
And today, after some delicious and suspicious wafting scents, I opened a crock pot lid to find a hot mess of pork tenderloin. And fresh lemon wedges. And tender jalepenos soaking in a glaze of yellowy stuff that smelled amazing. Wow. Brett’s a cook.
Junk Drawer Challenge
I once said something along the lines of kids are entertained by anything and I bet you could find some amazing thing to do with them if you opened your junk drawer and dug through it. This was after reading some article in a Martha Stewart magazine about a great craft to do with your kids and all you need is like some Peruvian wool, a loom, a blow torch, some unkinked Spanish moss, one egg from a black swan, a 1/16 inch drill bit, some hard-to-find natural clay dyed some hard-to-reach color and, um, a spoon.
Anyway, we did the drunk drawer challenge…mainly just to prove myself right.
(Hmmm…I spy a Marilyn Monroe refrigerator magnet, a Polly Pocket dress, a wooden knob and an outlet cover.)
We found a spool of wire and a handful of loose beads left over from her hospital Big Sister crown. I set her to work stringing beads for a bracelet and she was in heaven. The girl craves hand-eye coordination tasks like McGyver.
And, Voila:
Take that, Martha (not that I don’t love you). I see your drill bit and your Peruvian wool and I raise you a spool o’ wire and some plastic beads. Yeah.
The Holy Grail has Arrived.
The Book, The Book, oh The Book. I touched its pages like they were made of gold leaf, caressed its binding like–ew, I just said caressed. Regardless, Lainey loves it. Like loves it, loves it. Laughs at all the pictures of Latte she can find in it.
And, I’m working on some minor blog make-overs where I’ll answer some F.A.Q.s which will include lots of camera/photo/memory book answers along with some other stuff readers have expressed interest in. So, good stuff to come.
Happy Wednesday. Can I say it one more time? There is beauty in the world.
Go find some.
