I Just Can't Get You Out of My Head
Oh, hey Internet. What's going on? Up in here, we had some potty training happening, but that all ended in a dramatic outbreak of refusal tantrums and a pox of the chicken variety. Yup. Miss Stella Bella has THE POX. So, you know what that means...I'll be simultaneously nursing my itchy baby and reassuring my other baby that, no, he is not getting chicken pox, and okay, fine I'll look at that bump one.more.time. and it's still not the pox...side-eye, Mr. Chef.
So anyway. Distraction! I need some. And let's face it, it's Monday, and who really wants to be doing BS work when they can be down an internet random hole.
So, let's begin, shall we?
The cheek. Oh my. I can't get it outta my head. I am so inspired by amazing children's photography, and here you'll find some stunning images. When I grow up...
Speaking of lovely photos, here are some that make me want to go to Texas.
Alberta is the Texas of Canada. I lived there for a while, I should know (and please disregard the fact that I have never actually been to Texas. The simile still stands). This photographer is documenting the realities of middle-aged Albertans. It's pretty moving stuff.
There's so much in this shop that I oh so love. Including this ring. And these earrings. And while we're imaginary shopping, I lovelovelove this scarf, and I don't know how I can go on living without this fender for my bike.
Hey, look, look, LOOK what can be done with an As Is find from Ikea. People are smart and stuff.
Speaking of my writing group, one member started a super awesome allergy cooking type blog. Not cooking things that give you allergies, but cooking without dairy and nuts and that sort of thing. Syntax. I has it good.
Finally, I made this for dinner the other night, Mr. Chef, who though appreciative of the fact that I put food in front of him, is generally hard to impress. But he said, "this is really good!" about a million times. So, count it yummy.
Okay, that is all. Wishing you the poxiest of Mondays!