Vol. XXXI for Me
The “Thou shalt not fret” Edition
So…not to be all negative or anything, but the bombs & blasts of this past week have me teetering on the brink of wigging out.
Not really the best option, right?
Better to pray. Better to parent. Better to blog. Better to…
Bake! Yesterday I decided that the very best medicine for all the world’s uncertainty was to (brace yourself) call off school. BAM! Just like that it was done: the teacher declared an unschooly day. (Except…can you really “declare” an unschooly day? Doesn’t it just, like, sort of happen?) And then I decided that an even better medicine for all the world’s uncertainty was a batch of homemade toaster pastries, made from a recipe in this book (my new favorite cookbook, by the way!) which was a gift from a not-as-new but even more favorite friend.
(Follow all that?)
The fact is, when all else fails, I bake bake BAKE…and if you don’t believe me, just ask my buns.
Or, in this morning’s case…
(My son was like, “Really, Mom?” He has no patience whatsoever for blogging muffins.)
Also yesterday…while the homemade pop-tarts were in the oven…I sent a bunch of Easter pix to my mom & dad. Correction: I ordered the photos through Flickr and had them printed out at the local Walmart. They were done in an hour! My dad, always eager to have an errand to run, (seriously), was more than happy to pick them up and pay the $1.56 charge.
This is my new favorite thing, I think! I order the photos online and am thus freed from the burden, hassle & guilt of [never] mailing my parents photos.
Go me. : P
And justlikethat they got to “see” Baby Francis.
Speaking of babies…
This is my niece and her darling family.
We got to hang out on Easter Sunday, which meant—this is familiar to many, I’m sure—nursing our babies in the back bedroom. (This is one of the novelties of my advanced maternal age. I’m nursing my baby alongside my sister’s grandson.)
Anyway, my niece’s little boy started making all these yummy noises. “Mmyum! Mmyum! Mmyum!” he smacked loudly, and my niece & I burst out laughing.
“Is Mommy a good cook?” she asked him.
In closing and apropos of nearly nothing…
Except maybe Armageddon…
This is the view from my front step this morning:
Isn’t it lovely? Isn’t it picturesque? Isn’t it, like, the third week in April?!
I’m changing my blog name to Florida Mom.
The Quick Takes are at Grace’s this week! I hope that mine made you smile just a bit, and that you will join me in praying for all these very special intentions: the people of Boston, the people in West, Texas, and Jen & her new baby Joseph.