Wordless Wednesday: Puppies

Wordless Wednesday: Late, I know. But I'm speechless.

Open Letter to Pie

An Open Letter to Pie

Dear Pie,

You are way too easy. Play hard to get or something. It takes like five minutes to put one of y'all together, another hour of baking and cooling, and it's all over. Seriously, what the heck? It's not even as if you contain exotic ingredients that aren't sitting around my kitchen. I mean really. It helps that I'm now out of frozen blueberries from the summer, but not really because Henry loves apples, and we always have a lot of those around.

You're killing me.

Love, Virginia

Ps: why anyone would ever buy you from a store is beyond me now that I know how you like to just become in any old kitchen. Mmmmmmm, pie.

Wordless Wednesday: ...and looking at 29 tonight before the thaw begins.

(it looked like this about two weeks ago...)

Keeping santa's secrets is hard...

... But there will be much love for Henry on the 25th. In large format.

For the heck of it Friday...

I would trade a pinky toe for nice, long, and simultaneous naps by my kids today. Two hour minimum. Either foot.

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Wordless Wednesday: Breakfast for Dinner

Open letter to Parenthood, the TV show

Dear Parenthood,

It creeps me out that you came along just when you did. I don't really like being so emotionally invested in anything on TV, but the aspergers storyline... It's really so close to home. And so good. And so well done. And all the related issues. Yeah.

Seriously, I hate to be that moved by tv, but you got me. Thanks. (note the complete absence of sarcasm here, I mean it.)

Love, v

Henry as photographer. Of mama.

Wordless Wednesday: Chilly nights