Some weeks are best explained through pictures. These sum it up beautifully.
Doodle in his sister’s snow goggles, swim suit, & snow boots – on the wrong feet. Perfect for a quick run through the sprinklers with an umbrella.
The kind of week you can’t anticipate, shake your head over, and end up laughing over because it’s just so… so… yeah. Great in hindsight. But in hindsight only.
John is a prime number again, about which he is most pleased. Happy Birthday, Dear.
Eagle is slowly learning to scoot.
I am trying to figure out how to do too many things at once, and it’s making me absent minded, royally. Like putting butter to melt on the stove (for my popcorn, because the olive oil & butter just didn’t taste right, which is a shame because we have LOTS more olive oil than I’ll be able to use before it goes bad, and good butter is costy) in my iron skillet (which I LOVE), leaving it on the stove while I went to “quickly” put Eagle to sleep — and came back down 10 minutes later to find John moving the skillet to the sink, and our kitchen full of smoke. The whole downstairs, actually. And the fire alarm still hadn’t gone off because of the high, high ceilings strategically positioned to trap smoke & keep it from reaching the smoke detector. Thinks me, we need to invest in another smoke alarm.
On the upside, we’re watching the Scarlet Pimpernel currently (for the first time), and it’s finally getting exciting. Just in time for the end, thinks me. The great misunderstanding towards the middle quite irked me & almost ruined the show. Good thing John was enjoying it or I might’ve caved in to the crying Eagle and deserted it.
For those concerned about my feelings towards this (now) excellent movie, be assured I’m a fan. For those who haven’t seen it yet, if you like old movies & don’t mind the unpleasant reality which was the French Revolution, I commend it to you.
What a great ending to such a crrrrrrrrrrrazy week.