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the quotidian (4.18.16)
April 18, 2016
Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace

First picking: to go with pasta, a runny fried egg, and lots of Parm.

After not baking for weeks: bread, finally.

Running lines, running lines, running lines.

King of The Mountain Mama.

New responsibilities.

Clubhouse buddies.

Getting where she needs to go.

Hey, hay!

Jumping the bales.

Firewood: it warms you twice.

Nonfunctioning tools: right before he blew his top, bless his heart.
This same time, years previous: the quotidian (4.13.15), wrangling sheep, cheesy popcorn, the quotidian (4.14.14), crispy almonds, take two: Omri, joining the club, fun and fiasco: one, fun and fiasco: two, fun and fiasco: three, deviled eggs, and then he shot me through the heart, on fire, and mint wedding cake.
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right now
April 15, 2016

Celebrating that we pulled off opening night by…
Rocking hard and crazy to The Commitments soundtrack and…
Driving my kids crazy with my good mood, loud music, and smokin’ moves while…
Cooking a real meal for my family: spaghetti and meatballs in vodka cream sauce.
Have a great weekend, y’all! xo!
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the quotidian (4.11.16)
April 11, 2016
Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace

Starting the day right: steel cut oats, wine berries, almonds, chia seeds, and brown sugar.

Cracking double.

Algebra cuddle buddy.

More dog-sitting: he cries when she goes out of sight.

For the lambs’ vaccinations: sterilized.

Perched.

Getting himself where he needs to go.

After the concert.
(Note the adoring little brother.)

In the news.
(Get your tickets here!)

Sky lace, on the ground.
This same time, years previous: oh please, millet muffins, fifteenth spring, how to rejuvenate popcorn kernels, the quotidian (4.7.14), oatmeal raisin cookies, the greening, Mr. Tiny, answers, yellow cake, the quotidian (4.9.12), an evening walk, this slow wet day, the things that go on around here, asparagus with lemon and butter, and grief.
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