Daddy, taking one for the team,
and for the sake of compulsive list makers everywhere.
|Believe it or not, this was the best shot of 10.|
We've actually done pretty well, though the fireflies have sadly left already - we'll have to do that twice next year. And we'll have to focus on getting the jumpy house up before it snows. [Please note my son's editorial corrections: Lower case "j", mom! Sadly, he did not notice or correct my spelling of cinnamon]. The museums will be perfect for late fall rainy weekends and my dear friend d. actually thought the giant bottle of ketchup sounded like fun. Though she thinks we should wait till the giant bottle of ketchup FESTIVAL. Which is exactly why she's so awesome.
If I were really mom of the year I'd get up at 4am tomorrow to make yeast bread for post-camping cinnamon rolls but don't you think it would it be so much MORE fun if we dragged that bit out till, say, 2013? The anticipation makes them sweeter. Since I doubt anyone reading thinks I have a shred of domestic skill - my first "real" job was at Cinnabon's arch and now-defunct rival, so I can make them in theory. It's been a couple