Real Time

There's rumor swirling of an impending snapshot avalanche within a week or two. Nearly six months-worth is a tidy sum, indeed. You might want to stay away for a while.

For now, here's another anecdote that no one cares about but me (a la an apt segment of an Isaac Asimov short story: "It went on for a while and wasn't too bad as bright sayings by bright children as told by dull parents go.")


I was just desperately licking out every last smear of Nutella from an empty jar. I've never bought Nutella in my life, but I think it's one of the most sublime foods on earth, and two jars were handed to us a few weeks back. I've had more than my fair share of spoonfuls (to put it mildly).

Zeke was sitting next to me on a stool and watching me lick my fingers when I murmured, "I think Nutella is the most delicious food on earth."

Zeke tilted his head before saying, "Mmmm. No, Mama! It CAN'T be the sweetest food on earth. YOU are the sweetest thing on earth!"

He's too young to be sarcastic, otherwise I would have thought he was slamming me for sure, but, no, he just leaned over and gave me a big ol' hug.

Some little girl has no idea of what she's in for someday.


For Rebecca's Happiness, Or, Tongue in Cheek

What we ate for breakfast (+ sausage!, which, unfortunately, was inside our bellies by the time I thought to take a picture):

The current view outside the window this morning (which, - the junk car, is probably remarkably similar to the view outside your window):

Instagrammer, first class, that's me.
I live to serve.


Real Time Mystery

An unnamed girl just stormed into the room and burst out, "I'm NEVER going to live in Ohio, even if my true love lives there. I'll MAKE him move here (unless-he-lives-in-Florida-and-is-a-Wallenda...then-I'll-move-there). Do you know why?!!?!?!?!!!"

That's nearly an exact quote.

When I looked up quizzically, she continued, "Because you can't SMILE on your driver's license! Isn't that CRAZY?! Why won't they let you smile?!!!?!!"

Now guess the girl.


Local Folks

This train table is up for grabs until our next drop-off trip to Salvation Army. The painted panels are still nice, but the drawers are just hanging in there, all duct-taped and wood-glued, so it's not great for toy storage.

Email me if you want it, otherwise-- poof.

Real Time to Remember (with a nod to steaming caffeine)

It's been a long time since we owned a microwave-- long enough that the child who is currently washing dishes was flummoxed by a mug's inscription that it was dishwasher and microwave safe and mused, "Why would anyone want to put a CUP in the MICROWAVE?!"

Why, indeed.

That's pretty much the only thing I miss about a microwave-- the easy reheating of tea and coffee. And now I'm off for my second cup...


Real Time Phony Phone

"Mama, this would make the perkeck [sic] picture for your blog."

If you say so, bud...
At least it features a bathrobe.


Torture Chamber

...but it was worth it to give something to the grandmas.

Merry ninth day of Christmas!

And a happy New Year!