Ick and Awww

I woke up from a nap to a delicious smell,
and found the husband baking up some delicious pumpkin bread.


Moments later, said husband takes a bite of his efforts and promptly runs to the
trash can and spits out said pumpkin bread.
Not so delicious.
He makes a mental note, you cannot substitute cream of tartar for baking soda.


Rubber pumpkin bread = no bueno.

Tonight, Sascha drew me a picture while I was putting Rory to bed.
It is me and baby brother:

I think she captured my essence perfectly,
nice and round.
Though, for the record, I have never carried any of my children
around by their hair.