Sigh. Well. I had it on pretty good authority (definitely either the radio or the internet or a dream I had) that the world was ending around 5:00 am today, so I don't have much prepared for you. We've basically just been running amok around here, eschewing chores, Christmas baking, blogging, etc.
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| Utensils. |
I did squeeze one good bowl of comfort food in though, a brilliant combination of
French beef stew and garlic mashed potatoes.
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| It is the dawning of a new era wherein I always cushion stew with mashed potatoes. |
I'm normally not one to go in for doomsday predictions, but Anna's age-and-activity-appropriate reaction of joy and wonder at the
Trail of Lights the other night did feel a little bit end-timesy.
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| You can see where this would be confusing. |
So we decided it was important to introduce Ivy to corn dogs while there was still time.
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| This resulted in joy and wonder as well. |
