:: Monday night the kitchen was a mess, two loads of laundry were scattered over the floor, and a thick wad of bread dough sat rising in the trash can. I'd scheduled too many things and after running around all morning, I overfloured (and omitted the eggs in) my rolls while half watching a Downton Abbey episode with a friend. So I started over while Colby asked to be picked up and Alice looked at me with her big brown eyes. It was a day where I said "just a minute" too many times to my children, the house was a mess, and then to top it off I had to throw out 45 minutes worth of effort. I was beat. Then Robb came home, friends joined us for dinner, and we went to another house for FHE. I felt discouraged about my day and even more reluctant to tackle the kitchen. It doesn't sound like much to get worked up over, but all those little things got to me and Robb recognized it. So he gave me a hug, told me to get ready for bed, and then removed all traces of my flour-y fiasco from the kitchen. It was exactly what I needed and I'm so grateful to have such a wonderful guy in my life.
:: A stunted tree in our backyard surprised us by blossoming (we're hoping for lemons) while our grapevines still look like dead twigs.
Self-timers and a two-year-old make for fun pictures