My kids were surprised to find me still in bed at 7 a.m. They were even MORE surprised to find there was NO SCHOOL today! I heard whooping and hollering all the down the hall and up the stairs. They watched a movie while I slept in, two things things we rarely get to do during the week.
When Brigham came into my room he was wearing only a pair of jeans [because his clean shirts have taken semi-permanent residence in the guest room downstairs, er, my clean laundry storage room]. I looked at him with my sleepy eyes and saw the handsome teenager he'd be a few years down the road, all muscle, skin, and bone, with a pair of cool jeans. It was a moment.
I bought a REAL SIMPLE magazine at the grocery store yesterday. My SIL introduced me to them last summer. I was drawn to it probably because I was hungry and the food on the cover looked so wholesome and satisfying. I immediately identified with the magazine on page 4. There's a picture of five normal-looking people, in England [I'm assuming], on a bench, eating, Harrods bags at their feet. The caption read, "One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating." That's from Pavarotti's autobiography, and I wholeheartedly agree.
Speaking of REAL SIMPLE, I'll show you real simple--eating this entire bag of my favorite candy in one day, if I'm not careful.
I don't know what it was about magazines yesterday, but I also bought a subscription to Martha Stewart's EVERYDAY FOOD. My sis gave me few to borrow when I visited her in NC last Fall. The recipes are pretty, which I love, lots of pictures, and they're realistic, well, most of them are. Remember, it's still Martha Stewart, so there's always gonna be some random ingredient/herb I've never heard of. I'm totally excited to get my first issue. I've needed to spice up my menu-planning.
Today is an uber-busy day. Science project due, Parent-Teacher conferences, Cake contest, and a Blue and Gold Banquet to set-up for tonight. And tommorow is my sweet Annie's 4th birthday.
I'll be glad when the day is done, missions accomplished, all are happy, and I can slide into bed.