Vive la France!

Oh yes, my heritage I love you. Mostly for your beautiful sounding language (I am a romantic at heart), but also for your French Toast. Mmmmm.

Rain and my husband next to me, I call that a good night. These days with his work schedule, being next to him is a luxury for me. Living in the freakin desert, getting rain is also a luxury. I was a woman of luxury last night, if only for a few hours. O actually played with her stuffed animals by herself for about an hour this morning, much needed extra sleep for me was a plus.

Trader Joe's and Starbucks next to each other, less than 1/2 a mile from our house. Need I say more? Ingredients bought, and sanity in the cup . . . breakfast could begin. Cinamen, cinnamen, cinamin, cinnoman (take your pick on the spelling), vanilla french toast . . .

Potatoes are a staple for me (and apparently for my backside). I would choose crunchy, salty potato chips over chocolate any day. I will take potatoes almost any way, hashbrowns are always delightful. Thank you Trader Joe's for gluten free ones that I didn't have to prepare!

Drinks of choice for the little one and I.




Nourishment for body. Done. Nourishment for soul. Done, church was food from heaven this morning. Nourishment for mind. Coming a long, this writing helps.

My truths today.
*I want to drive a motorcycle real bad.
*I seem to be dropping things quite a bit, I can promise that I am not pregnant (started and continued all through pregnancy with O).
*I crazily want a day to myself to just clean the house.
*There really is a lot to learn from tiny people (little people too, I am sure, but I mean our kids)
*(said in a feeble attempt at a Bridgit Joes' impression) *I am weary of my wobbly bits.
Cherrio!