E made up a song last night. It went like this:
I had a blueberry
but I stuck it in my eye.
When it was gone
I started to cry.
I missed my little blueberry
and I wanted to eat it.
Next time I'll put it in my MOUTH!
In other news, Ty and I baked a pie. It was a first for us. We are quite proud of ourselves. On Saturday we went to the farmer's market to get fresh blue and raspberries. Then we went to this precious little kitchen store and bought a ceramic pie pan- very French of us, don't you think? The next day we put it all together and Damn, it was good.
Decided to start the anxiety med. Been on it for 6 days and all I can report is a slight quesy feeling throughout the day.
Finally, we gave J a mohawk. I think it looks ridiculous and I'm embarrassed to leave the house with him. Kidding- kind of. I figured he deserves whatever hair he wants- and I look forward to seeing Grammy and Poppy's reaction in a few days!
A mohwak? As my boys would say "Totally WICKUHD!"
I must see these pictures...did you post them on your photo site?
And tres bien....une tarte de myrtille? Tu es une déesse domestique!
Which is to say... "A blueberry pie? You are a domestic goddess!"
I just had to get my francophile groove on to celebrate your pie plate purchase. I may be following your lead tonight since I have a couple of quarts of the freshly picked stuff myself. I would have more, but I ate more than I picked!
Lisa said...
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