the petit fours are a reality.
and they really aren’t difficult.
they are sweet. and oh-so-pretty.
cake recipe here.
yes, i am only showing these two because don’t you know i am decorating them in between loads of laundry?
the loads of laundry that are spilling out of my laundry room into the dining room…
this is temporarily a mad house and in order for me to be even slightly sane i am taking lots of deep breaths and ignoring many. many things.
after a recent good read: i totally agree with the author!
life is too short to fold fitted sheets!
now while i do not normally condone profanity and i don’t agree with everything written…i had more than one aha! moment while reading this book. ( i just taught my daughter to fold fitted sheets not two weeks ago. but that is totally beside the point.)
but if you have read this book or do so in the future. please share your laughter with me about that completely hilarious thing said about the author’s idol on the very first page. i won’t repeat it. but every time i think about it i laugh so hard my cheeks hurt.
what do i want to remember on this almost last evening of june?
that there have been swallowtails flying madly around my neighborhood. we see them constantly. and it takes so much restraint not to just drop everything and run outside to chase them.
that the littles and i watched toy story 3 today and we liked it. a very sad coming of age theme made me think of the bigger boys.
that middle son is sort of just ho-hum right now. no great. big. plans or dreams. he worries me a bit. he is so sensitive and quiet. lost in being almost thirteen. what a confusing age that can be…
that the littlest boy has his first loose tooth. and it is affecting the way he talks. very animated anyway, you should see the way that thing is forced to wiggle and writhe with every word that comes out of his mouth.
that the biggest boy completed his jr. firefighter program. received a certificate and is now volunteering at the local fire station for 3 hours once a week.
that i am not feeling summer quite yet. and i guess it’s because we haven’t found our summer rhythm. but maybe we won’t and i need to accept it. and get over it.
that this week is bubbling over with things. busy things. and perhaps that is the reason for my somber mood.
that i am craving quiet. and the only way to achieve such a goal is to learn the gentle art of saying no.
which i have done twice this week for THE first time. and i was scared. but i set my foot down. albeit gently.
and i’ll tell ya: i could get used to it.
it felt good. and right.
and that, friends. is the end of that.
i really over-used the word.