note to atlantans: it's 67 degrees out, not 94. save the tube tops and mini mini skirts. i'm dying for spring too. but there's no need for public nudity just yet. that's what summers in the south are for. and it's barely march, you know.
Surviving our winter in Wisconsin by busying ourselves with family and food, and sharing my obsession with food with my husband, Bryan, our son, Oliver, our family, and anyone else who will listen.
told me the moon looks like it's in a chrylsalis (because of the clouds), proceeded to explain how a caterpiller turns into a butterfly, and then exclaimed, "i LOVE metamorphosis!" (2/16/11)
when i told him he is getting bigger: "yeah, but then i will grow and grow and be a giant! i don't want to be a giant!" (2/11/11)
"but when there is a half moon, where are the other parts?" (2/9/11)
"mom, i wish i was a good boy" (2/5/11)
started swimming lessons (1/26/11)
first sushi experience (12/28/10)
"i will sing campfire songs AFTER i get my smarshmallow." (10/9/10)
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