Saturday, June 28, 2014

In Which My Blog Stages A Revolt

Well, hello there.
Happy Saturday!

I'm here in my pajamas, savoring the first Saturday spent at home in weeks.

First of all - it seems FPFG is wallowing in her rebellious, sinful nature right now. And by "her", I mean the blog, not the lady writing the blog, though that could be a whole 'nother post, because FPFG The Writer has "enjoyed" a few quick benders into selfishness and unnecessary sarcasm of late. And salsa gluttony.

But anyway, my blog is broken-ish. Most or many of you are not finding me in your readers, though to complicate matters, some of you are having no trouble at all. I'm working hard to get this fixed, but in the meantime, several of you have mentioned that it fixed the problem when you deleted my feed and then re-added it.

You should know, when I hear about things like feeds and feedlies it just makes me hungry. I should never have been trusted with a blog.

So, give that a try and spread the word, if you know of others who read.

I have tens of twenties of things I want to tell you about, but I feel compelled to wait so I don't have to repeat myself. (Do you know about my legendary loathing of repeating myself? It's a thing.)

In the meantime, I'm reading 3 books and enjoying entire days where I don't fire up the laptop.

My kids are deep in the throes of "Playing Dentist". Yesterday it was Calvin and Ruby, "Every tooth has gunk on it. I'm afraid we'll have to operate." Today it's Silas and Ruby. Something about our new Ikea lamp inspired them, and it'll be weeks before we see the limits of this awakening.

My agenda today includes proper menu planning on yellow legal pads (swoon!). The end.
Tomorrow? I'll be junking.

The weekend is shaping up nicely!

I wanted to give you a peek at a cutie Fatherhood Project video of kids talking about their dads. (My littles make an appearance.)

My sister also sent me the link to this video, which was taken when Calvin was 26 months old, eons and many homes ago.

Let it be duly noted that it was an overzealous Auntie who titled the video, not this Mama. :) Regardless, THIS KID. I mean, really. He sang ALL the time when he was 2 and 3. His specialty was hymns. I can't even handle his perfectly round face right now. It's killing meh.

Goodbye forever.