Nothing better for the soul than a bit of love. The way my cousin Lydia said it is just perfect, “Children are sunshine to the heart.” Husbands too. Sisters too. Friends too. 😀
Let’s start with friends, shall we? In case it is unclear (I have no idea why it would be unclear), we are wearing the same shirt and the same pants at the same time. I am Hollie’s arms and we were practicing for a totally awesome skit for the women’s retreat. Hollie is Tim Allen. I am her arms. We made brownies and a mega hair dryer as Valentine’s Day gifts for “our wife” on our Home Improvement show. It was a big mess. I almost knocked us over, because I was laughing.
Now for sisters! It’s a special sister who drives over an hour to visit you with two little people in tow. It is always a pleasure to talk parenting and cooking and get to know your boys a little more, Melissa!
You know what? Brian is awesome. I know you already knew that. Especially you, Tamera. It does my heart good to know how much you love your boy, my man. Anyway, when I left for the women’s retreat, Maggie was coming down with a cold and so was I. I went through lots of tissues (almost used up the tissues I had for my cloth “stuff” demonstration!) and felt pretty low. But you know what? I slept without interruption. Brian did not! Kids who sleep with pacifiers don’t really do the whole stuffed nose thing well. Brian didn’t complain once, told me how he loves being a dad and sent me pictures of them making sugar cookies! And this too. A balloon DRESS. Your awesomeness is SOARING, dear!
Not much later, we got our first (and only) snow of the year! So much fun! Maggie has very little experience with snow. Anna rarely sees it either! All bundled up:
Hard to get pictures that aren’t blurry of excited children!
All of us:
Look what you can do with snow, Maggie:
Brrrr!!!!
Snowy yard. And to think we planted lettuce and spinach in the cold frame last week…:
Anna princess:
And now. For my last photo series. Cinnamon Rolls. Cinnamon Rolls courtesy of the Pioneer Woman. I cut her recipe in half. For some reason, the dough was extremely soft. Hmm.
And yet. Was it still yummy?
Was the remarkable ratio of butter to flour enough to redeem the soft dough?
Can a husband’s simple (and robust) appreciation redeem them?
Can we surmount the knowledge of the calories that these contain?
Probably that’s going too far.
Read a book while they bake and Mama makes frosting…
Oh yes. Definitely yes. Definitely having to restrain myself from locking myself in a closet with these and becoming more “jiggly” as the Pioneer Woman puts it. Ever so delicately. Ever so scrumptiously. Ever so light and sweet and perfect. Oh my.
Now wipe yourself clean from drool and get back to work. I have a HUGE weekend planned and need to get on it!
