Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace
The job that takes FOREVER.
To live off of: quinoa, feta, kalamata olives, tomatoes, cucumbers, and a light dressing.
Bacon from our pigs, eggs from our chickens, lettuce from our garden: MY lunch.
How my younger son makes toast: defrost it in the microwave till it’s hot, chill it in the fridge,
and then toast it.
Growing feet: the ten-year-old versus the fourteen-year-old.
My son is going to be enormous.
Gettysburg: we made like good homeschoolers and went on a field trip.
Creek envy: at my aunt and uncle’s.
Getting her “round.”
(Apparently, it’s a big deal.)
After the accident, one of my first questions
(after learning he sustained no long-term damage, of course)
was, “How long until he can do dishes?”
I didn’t ask it out loud, but I thought it.
The man hates it when I get in his personal space so I do it all the time.
This same time, years previous: the case of the slipping snood, in recovery, magic custard cake, walking through water, the quotidian (6.19.12), refried beans, this particular Friday, what I got, cabbage apple slaw with buttered pecans, swiss chard rolls, and sour cherry crostatas.
The extended family photo is a prize
Googly eyes on the fridge drawer?
Leftovers from an April Fools' "trick."
Lovely pics, friend. And wow, gorgeous pic of the family!! That young one will probably top you all for sure! But we've guessed that for a while, eh?
LOVE your lunch!
I got a four-pitter cherry pitter. Makes life so much easier. I highly recommend one if you don't have one like it already.