roasted potatoes may be the ultimate comfort food. especially when they're leftovers.
what? it seemed like a good idea to go to the ikea in the most populated city in the northeast.
on a sunday. with three kids.
so sue me.
red hook, brooklyn in the gloaming was beautiful today.
listening to callie and tim assembling the new bed in the basement is alternately heartwarming and hilarious.
lindsey has decided to spell her name with a z. i'm cool with that.
i used the term "first world problem" in reference to callie complaining about something, and she laughed. in a good way. she got it. my most recent proudest moment.
i'm definitely having tim make a pizza for me later on tonight.
this is not a euphemism for anything.
have the hard talks with the people you love. it's always better than not talking about it.
the kids keep switching my phone wallpaper photo to one of themselves. it's a really ridiculous 21st century manifestation of sibling rivalry.
the twins painted their room in six hours yesterday. it looks awesome. (and now matches our livingroom. that will not always be the case. the livingroom will be grey soon.)
this just in: we are out of hot sauce. this is a major problem. (albeit, again, first world.)
when i get all birdy on the scent of a photo, and run out toward my prey, and get it and come back feeling triumphant, i think i've never been happier.
i've got happy girl sounds floating from upstairs and downstairs, and while i wish there were no sounds, i'm glad for happy, nonetheless.
i wonder what will happen next.
more soon. best wishes for a good week.
p.s.::i made the pizza tonight! and it was excellent. i'm sure this will come back to bite me in the ass.