We get a whole week of having Porter home with no school, schedules or alarm clocks. I love having him home. London just follows Porter around and I get to have two-sided conversations without picking up the phone.Today we slept in (hear that hallelujah chorus?) and then made pumpkin muffins and huevos rancheros for brunch. We kept the windows open as long as we could, but being the thin-blooded Arizonans that we are, got too cold and had to shut them down and bundle up.
After a quick trip to the local grocery for the usual stuff, we spent the rest of the afternoon either playing with a couple buddies, following Porter around, tackling the weekend laundry pile or working in the shop (aka the garage).
FHE this evening was shared with our ward planting the stake garden patch at the Little-Big Town Church Farm. Except that we didn't make it to help with the planting part. We did make it to help eating the root beer floats part. We'll be back when the weeds arrive.
Now it's bedtime and sounds like my lambs have officially arrived in dreamland. Time for my break to start which means cuddling with Olen and watching Alton Brown.
Lucky! A real conversation during the day! Seriously, can I live with you? Huevos rancheros and pumpkin muffins? Why does that sound like the most delicious combo ever? I need to become a molly crocker like you. p.s. I really need to know, how do you know how much melatonin to give? It was you that mentioned that right?
ReplyDeleteBrunch? Later did you go for a walk in the park with your parasols and have tea and crumpets with Burt and his Uncle on the ceiling?
ReplyDeleteWe slept in, yo. Like really slept in. It was 10 o'clock. That's what I call brunch.
ReplyDeleteps. the pumpkin muffins were from a box. Pillsbury I beleive. Me and the Dough Boy are tight like that.
what,a box?!!? You just lost all your street cred sister.
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