






Heather, I curse you for turning me on to this. It plays to all my worst qualities—people pleasing (I have to fill those orders before I go to bed!) and having everything just so (what can I add so that my loom lines up with my dairy barn?).
Oh, look…a cake oven!

Just hours before the New Year, during a rockin’ party, Neko rolls the largest snowball of 2012.

My friend Julie found herself with an empty house this weekend, so she organized a grown-up slumber party.
Nearly a dozen mothers/wives/professionals gathered with food, drinks, and air matresses in hand for hours of silliness. And super-mature moves like posting crude Facebook statuses on unattended phones.
Oh, how I needed this night. (And sleeping in until almost nine the morning after.)
Thank you, Julie!








Tea and scones at school for United Kingdom week. (And a visit from the heavily bearded and funny Jonathan MacQuade.)

A terrific Halloween parade begins when you show up to the parade to find your good friend is wearing the exact same costume as you are, and you didn’t even plan it.