Thursday, April 12, 2012


Its ironic that while I'm in my pjs in my bed at noon recovering after a hard night of nursing a newborn, calling my husband on the phone to update him after I balanced our checkbook online, that my 18 month old can walk in and hand me a raw stick of butter and a bag of smashed bread--right over my rather recently cleaned sheets.

And I respond to this messy demand for lunch by laughing to my husband "And they say Ann Romney never worked a day in her life as the mother of five sons!"

1 comment:

  1. That sounds like a great lunch! I love me some bread and butter!

    Soon she will be bringing you little finger sandwiches. So sweet, she is a treasure.

    And, sheets are fun with a little butter and crumbs in them.