Revelry Reverie

This morning when I came downstairs in a flurry to get children dressed and fed before their zooms started, Henry was lounging on the couch picking out potential cake recipes for us to try, based on their ease. A battenberg might be up next. Previously and preciously, he was Popeye.

I’m sorry to report that the knife is America and also our lives. When you drop a real knife, a sharp one, you need to jump away from it immediately. Instinct tells you to catch it, as if it were a baby or a scoop of ice cream; something precious and splattable. But a knife…

If you had told me at my seven year anniversary that my eighth anniversary would fall during a global pandemic, that I’d change roles out of Happiness (technically), and that I’d be directing the Happiness Experience, I wouldn’t have believed a single one of those things, in decreasing order of credulity. But indeed, all those…

Henry and I really like this puzzle – he blogged about it on his lego site!

Henry and I spent some time playing legos today. Among our projects were these micro houses. We are both very proud! I especially like Henry’s boat, which I think is super creative.

“you know mom, I bet a lot of the baker’s didn’t get it right the first time. But they kept trying! Nine out of ten for me, mom.”

Grant and I made each other valentines today. I feel like they have the same vibe.