Today was Saturday.
We did some things.
My friend moved to Germany and left behind this gorgeous wreath and Dan let me claim it and bring it home even though he thinks it looks a bit like a ball of hair in a shower drain. To me it looks like beautiful funky nature.
I like it so much that I drove 10mph all the way home holding the wreath outside my car window to avoid cramming it into the car and breaking it. My hand may need to be amputated from freezation but at least I’ll have a pretty wall to look at while I recover from surgery.
Laylee’s been working hard to integrate “Big Miffy” into our family and it seems that Miffy is getting along just fine.
She thinks safety is the best policy and always buckles up.
Her face looks like it was MADE for the window in our Little Tikes castle.
She never complains about what I feed her.
She does all her homework without getting any marker on herself or others.
While Miffy worked scrubbing the bathrooms, I ran off to a local antique store where I found these adorable milk glass snack plates and cups and the vintage cloth napkins they’re sitting on. While I was in the store, my thoughts were never far from my antiques guru Karen. I kept thinking, “What would Karen do? What would Karen buy? Would Karen think I looked good in this vintage Smurf hat?”
At dinner tonight we were talking about manners and Dan began to demonstrate good posture. “Wow,” said Laylee, “You’re sitting really straight.”
She sat up a little taller.
“Look. I’m straight too.”
She looked at me.
“You’re pretty straight Mom, except for your breasts.”
We played outside in the sun and in the rain, sometimes simultaneously.
And then I had a culinary festival of poserhood and baked my own granola! I can finally hold my head up high in Seattle.
And then I wrote about it all on the internet.
And then I went to bed.