Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace
The morning cuppa: it has this hazy glow about it, even when the sun isn’t shining.
Biscuits, of the cheese and chive variety.
Refried beans: not pretty, but gorgeously practical.
The case of the Saturday Coffee Cake and the photobombing hand.
In our house, we sit around the supper table and stare at our hands for thrills.
Voluntarily—voluntarily!!!—reading with sis.
Copycat nappers.
Working the hens.
Worker boy uniform: he’s landed himself a handful of odd jobs, much to his (and my) delight.
If only dogs could be horses…
Feeding time.
Don’t dump me, ‘kay?
In our excitement, we ordered 200 strawberry plants when, it turns out, we only needed 100, oops.
Racing the sun.
This same time, years previous: church of the Sunday sofa, beware the bed sheets, mousy mayhem, roasted carrot and red lentil soup, the Monday rambles, creamed asparagus on toast, and the bicycle gang.
5 Comments
Second Sister
yeah, what Mama Pea said! I had that same reaction on this one. I can't believe how big they are. Seems like all you must have to do is feed that brood! (I know… thus the food blog;)
Camille
My hubby does that, too…racing the sun, that is! Enjoyed the peek into the extra-*ordinary* things of your life. Enjoy these days as they fly past. Hugs, Camille
Mama Pea
Ummm, . . . have you noticed how fast your kids are growing up?
Jennifer Jo
If I don't talk about it, it's not happening, right?
Suburban Correspondent
Thanks for reminding me to soak the pinto beans for tonight!