I filled up our electric teakettle with water to make tea... and put it on the gas stove.
This, ladies and gentlemen, this what idiocy (or maybe too much wine and too little sleep) looks like:


Now that I've gotten that out there, here are a couple of photos from the Montessori holiday party. First the kids sang their favorite songs in their individual classrooms. (A wanted to sit with her sister "on stage.")



Then we joined the rest of the school for food, face painting and a silent auction. I won a pizza lunch for Z and 9 friends with "Mr Bruce," the school business manager.

Z with Evan, who she's loved since she was in diapers

Julia, one of Z's best friends, actually spent much of the evening leading A around by the hand.
Stay tuned for highlights from my conversation with Yummie Tummie's Heather Thomson. I asked her how--besides wearing her tank tops--a girl can look thin and shapely in 9 degree weather.
2 comments:
Um, Evan's tie? Cutest thing ever.
Electric kettle on the stove is truly blogworthy. I love it.
Similarly, I once did really get in the shower with my undies on. I was recently postpartum and probably felt so unfamiliar with my ever-shifting body that I was no longer 100% clear about what naked felt like.
I see the UL listing on the kettle, but guessing that didn't include testing over flame.
I had a fire in our kitchen toaster over a few years ago and tossed the smoky unit into a snow drift in our yard. Yes, takes forever to get rid of that smell.
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