Pancakes for dinner- Sundays are like that

I decided Socks should grow up to be a world famous chef.

Then he can cook food for me.

'Cause I'm nice like that.

He is always my helper in the kitchen.

Thou Shalt Not Covet

Do you see this beauty of a bed? I'm kind-of in love.
Picture from Ana White's Knock off Wood (see my side bar)

Picture from Target.com (I don't love this bedding, so much as
any beautiful bedding that has a complete room to go with it)

I am dreaming of a beautiful, intentionally decorated house. Or, master bedroom at least. I love our house, but after a year in it, we still appear to have recently moved in. I don't want to complain- we have SO much. Why does my silly brain think our SO much isn't enough??

Visit Lemon Mountain

There is a place, rumored to be like shangri-la. It is cooler in the summer, and actually gets snow in the winter. It is the place to run away to.
It is called Mt. Lemon.
We had never been there, until a few days ago. Let me tell you this:
It is a long, winding drive, straight up a mountain.
(I know, it shouldn't be such a revelation, but humor me)
It has trees! Like, real trees, not pokey cactus things.
It was aprox. 25 degrees cooler in that place.

Recipe for the Giggles at Stake Conference

For Giggles at Stake Conference you will need:

1 rowdy 18 month old (works best if he is not good at drinking out of a cup by himself)

1 bottle of water (backwashy and partly gargled earlier in the meeting)

1 mom

1 dad

1 unknown teen

Backyard Dance Party

What do you do when it is super nice outside?
You use your phone's random ring tones to have an impromptu dance party in the back yard.

Momma

Yes- that's me, blowing my nose in the background. This is evidence of my
love for my Madre- I've sacrificed my own dignity to post the only recent pic I have of her.

Today is the day to remember the blessing that is a Momma. (I usually call my maternal unit "Mom" unless I'm sick or sad or generally whiney. Then it's Momma--- I realize now that she probably dreads hearing Momma out of my mouth... Sorry, Mom.)