Charcuterie! Quite awhile ago, a friend of mine casually called her lovely meat/cheese/veggie tray a charcuterie tray. I had never heard the word before and found it glorious. Like an excited child, I asked her to explain, and my love for charcuterie was born. Here's my latest attempt. I cannot tell you how happy looking at it made me. I can't help myself.
Polka Dot fabric! I am making a thematic dramatic play center for my classroom. I bought the base, my dad is going to make the top part, and my mom is going to make curtains. I am so excited to see it finished and then see all the little ones playing grocery store and apple orchard and pizzeria!
A preschooler's work is play!
Target deaaalsss for daaaays!! Brace yourself, dear reader - if saving money isn't your jam, skip this part. (But if it's not, how are we even friends??) Years ago, I used to play the coupon game - before I worked and when I had more time and less to do. It's been too hard the last several years, but yesterday at Target the stars aligned and I made some great deals! I have four males in this house who need deodorant, so all that Axe will be gone in a split second, and gel pens make me so happy! The 8 cans of Axe should have been $35, and I paid just $12! The gel pens were regularly $21 and I paid $10. Woohoo!! We'll be smelling good and writing beautifully for awhile!!
My friends. Confession time. Last Sunday after church I was exiting my pew, talking to my child in front of me and trying to keep the children behind me moving. I felt a hand on my arm, trying to get my attention. I shrugged the hand off, thinking it was the child behind me, interrupting me (like my children are prone to doing all the livelong day). After a moment or two the child in front of me told me someone in the pew behind me was trying to get my attention. Yep! I had rudely shrugged off the hand of my dear friend and colleague, not my child. She was understanding when I apologized, but sheesh! Moral of the story: apparently don't approach me at church when I am near my children, or I will treat you like one of my children. But I promise not to remind you a hundred times to put your laundry away or ask if you need to go potty before we leave the house. Hopefully.