Hello my little cupcakes. I will now tell you about my weekend.
Friday night, Fen was sleeping at a friend’s house and Beckett pooped on the potty for the very first time ever. It was epic. If you are a mom, you know how epic it actually is. Jumping and screaming, high-fives, hoorays, fireworks, magical sprites flying everywhere, streamers.
As we promised, we took Beckett to Target right away for a special trip to buy 2 presents and ice cream, so we could return home and have a party for him. Yes, a poopy party.
The next morning, somebody wanted to come on in to bed and get all cozy. Coziness gets loud and squirrely very quickly.
Later?! Christian and I totally snuck out to the hardwood store while the elder children watched the younger children. I took pictures of wood and my husband looking at wood. Quick! Somebody tell me a wood joke.
These are the natural colors of these woods. Aren’t trees the coolest? Trees are the coolest.
Probably the best part of the weekend, though, was that I actually made a dinner that didn’t taste like ass. I may have even restored my credibility in the kitchen. Here is what I made:
The rice part might not sound that exciting, but I didn’t freaking burn it, so shut up.