I made a Texas Sheet Cake this past weekend. It was a big, big hit. I think it was popularized by Pioneer Woman, but it existed long before as I remember enjoying it as a child. It's super easy too as I managed to whip it together in the half hour between ballet and a baseball game whilst listening to the baby cry.
She's resumed crying for long stretches in the evenings. I think I can prevent it if she gets enough sleep through the day, but that's tricky with the groceries to buy and older children to ferry about on my own, as I've been for a good bit of the last month. Whatever. Her presence still takes my breath away.
I cannot express how happy we are at our new parish. I didn't know that I could leave Mass and not be in bad mood from the experience. But now, I can't keep from smiling throughout. It's exactly what it should be and I finally feel at peace about my children's exposure to a good and proper liturgy. I hesitate to mention this because it just seemed so (melodramatically) tragic to me at the time but they both turned to me this weekend and asked, "What's that smell?" It was incense, y'all. They didn't recognize it. A scent that should be imprinted on the soul of every young Catholic.
Part of our pear harvest from this year. It was a rough year on pears of all kinds in this area (fire blight) and we were surprised and delighted to have any at all to enjoy. Aren't they so teeny-tiny and cute?
Well, it looks to be a full day with a bit of cooking, gardening, sewing, educating, and most of all, baby snuggling to get to. Have a great day, friends!