Hello, my friends. How does this Monday find you?
I'm largely in recovery mode. The girls are back in school and the house is too quiet. We had lots of snow over break, but an out-of-season rainstorm over the weekend wiped out most, if not all of the snow. Things are looking a little grim and grey. Not my favorite. I'd much prefer for things to look this way again...let's take a walk down memory lane.
This particular patch of peonies is a favorite. They do tend to come and go so quickly, but then so does everything...
I'm focusing on the fact that they always come again, and I can't wait.
Over the weekend, we had a little celebratory dinner party. We made pizzas from scratch with lots of fun toppings. The girls favorite was pesto, fresh milk mozzarella, and spinach with roasted peppers. We switched up our recipe for the crust, and we were pleased with the results.
A couple of the girls were finished and playing in the other room. When we heard Gracie say, 'that's a bad word, you shouldn't say it.' To which her sister, Rosie, said it again, and again with a three year old's delight.
Gracie came in and complained about her little sis and spelled out the forbidden word,
'C, R, A, P'.
Rosie followed her in, 'I didn't say c, r, p...I said crap'.
'Oh, no she didn't', I thought, as I looked at our dinner guests.
'You know like...'
Rosie then pantomimed clapping.
She thought she was saying clap.