Drinking milk. So much milk. We got a crate of school-lunch size milks straight from Shamrock Farms to serve with the donuts and cake at Penny's birthday party. And neglected to put all of them out at the party. I hate (read: hate) wasting food. I am my father's daughter. So, after we offloaded some to my in-laws with the six kids, I am bound and determined to drink all the rest of the cartons myself before they expire. It's ok, I love milk.
Thinking about a stranger mom and kid I saw last night at Makutu's Island play place (we were celebrating my sweet nephew's birthday). This lady was trying to get a good cell phone photo of her kid sitting on a slide, and after every attempt, the kid would run off to go play some more and the mom would call her back to the slide to pose again. Come back here, I didn't get a good one / it didn't turn out / you were making a weird face / we gotta do it again. This song and dance went on for about five or six attempts, increasingly painful to watch each time. It really made me think.
Linking up to some of my carefully-chosen favorite local businesses and service proviers on a new page for the blog. Coming soon.
Gearing up for baby play group. Getting together with some other mamas whose babies have graduated from the breast-feeding group I went to regularly at the hospital until Penny turned one. Parallel play? Yes, please. Mama chat? Yes, please.
Procrastinating Garage sale planning.
Thankful for my job. I like my job. I have a job. As of late I known dozens of people, really good people, lose theirs. I am no different than them. I am not immune to the business climate of today. I am thankful to be employed.