So a lot has happened this year. We welcomed a better version of ourselves into our family, moved, bought a new place, and remodeled.
Needless to say, it has been a whirlwind filled with late nights and very early mornings, first smiles and soft sweet cuddles, laughter and exploration, cries and frustration, indecision and budgets, and construction and paint fumes. It takes a long time for the dust to settle when you have so many things going at once. And in the process of all this newness, some things are forgotten or put off (Insert story about losing domain name here and the jerks that bought it out from under me...) and there really is never enough time. Time. I guess I've come to realize that although I'm pretty good at taking control and finding solutions for other people, I'm not that great at managing the daily life that is mine. I think my seemingly clean house and overstuffed disheveled closets are proof of that.
But one of the best things about forgetting is remembering. The twenty you pull out of the pocket of a pair of pants you haven't worn in months (Everything fits, yeah!), pictures from dusted-off photo albums from the early years, or a camera and a blog that are finding old friends - flour and butter.
So here is to making more good food, fattening up the husband, finding inspiration, taking more pictures, connecting with friends, always having cookies in the freezer, and teaching Casper how to properly fold in egg whites.
Here is to getting this kitchen dirty.
