I’m hoping this gray sky clears up a little bit, but after a full to the brim weekend of friends, family, and finally, finally, finally drinks on the deck, I will not let a few clouds get the best of me.
Theo’s choosing to snooze through the early weather, another reason he’s wiser than I am.
This weekend we packed up all of Theo’s newborn clothes, which no longer fit, leading to me being emotional and leading JW to try and sneak attack throw out anything he deems excess (which, chickens, is pretty much everything- apparently he thinks any subsequent children we have should be in the nude). Luckily, because T is a little on the peanut-y size, we had 10 long (short- they felt so short) weeks in his tiny little newborn things before putting them in the basement.
How does this happen so fast?
Don’t answer that.
Also this weekend: my mother had a large bounty of carrots (is that a bag of sausages? Ky asked- the carrots were a little short and fat), so JW and I decided to make some carrot oat muffins.
These are fairly delicious.
There was, however, a miscommunication at some point, which led to JW trying to shove 24 muffins worth of muffin batter into one 12-muffin tray.
Something seems wrong here, he noted, while throwing the muffin mix into the tray like it was a loaf pan.
After scooping out the batter and spreading it out appropriately, we were in business.
And were also laughing.
The best kind of baking results.
After my first breakfast treat this morning, my verdict is that they’re delicious- we added golden raisins, which was an improvement, but I think we could have cut the sugar somewhere- they still taste a little too much like dessert for something so carrot-and-oat-y.
And with that, I’m off to up my caffeine, confront Theo’s growing collection of 3-month-old (read: man-sized) outfits, and get to the start of our day.
Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it!