But Hey!

This afternoon I texted Sister Pister, "I just ate a carrot with peanut butter.  Therefore, I thought of you."  

My little sister does crazy things like dipping carrots in peanut butter and now I've followed suit.  So call me crazy too, I guess.  

Also, this leads me to saying a little nugget of truth about peanut butter; it becomes not a staple in your lunch bag every single day when your dishwasher is out of commission because washing the gunky peanut butter out of the container by hand is for the birds.  That business is sticky even after soaking and besides, who really has the patience for soaking?

First world problems these are I know, but the dishwasher out of commission was a funny situation around these parts.  Especially when it was the kind which is called the washer works just dandy but the door won't open without a tricky maneuver of jig, pull, cross your fingers, pry with a spoon, and then maybe it'll pop.  The morning of the Glitter Brunch, my clothes washing machine leaked sudsy water all over hell, including down to the basement below, because the pillow I was washing became jammed in the wrong spot.  Then right before friends arrived, the dishwasher door was closed by my hip in a moment of NOOOOOOOO followed by the jig mentioned earlier.  The jig coupled with my stubborn streak of I will not text Billy to leave work to get this door open after he already went to pick up the coffee for me, I will not.  Stubborn streak won.  Party on right?  Behind every glitter party is a leaking washing maching and a broken dishwashwer door. 

But hey!  Drinking water out of a mason jar with a stripey straw and a slice of lemon is still fun.  Yes it is.  

And now I have a new dishwasher and am feeling thankful I don't have to send up a fist pump when I can get it open.  

And I eat carrots with peanut butter in the afternoon which makes me think of my little sister who I love more than new lip gloss and square gum. 

Are you feeling like some more spring randomness?  Oh good.  So am I. 

This morning was the first morning I did not have to wear a scarf to the YMCA at o'dark thirty and then on my way to work the actual sunshine was hitting my arm. 

Flowers on my table and a cup with a letter which does not start my name will always be worth a smile. 

Here's why this spring feeling is so important around here.  This is a morning last week.  Not January. 

I decided the Easter Bunny deserves a glass of wine. 

And again, any sign of spring was cherished and celebrated around here the past couple weeks.  Oranges with sun beams in the morning counts. 

There was a get out of this cold quick trip to the land of sun. 

With a fast run to the Charming Charlie with my mom in tow because that is simply a must when in AZ.  The store is coordinated in sections by color; I do not need to say more.   

   
Followed by what appears as awkward dance type things with Sister Pister. 

And please tell me your family does things like this.  This would be myself, then Momma Debi, and then Dad-o having ourselves a little handstand in the pool contest.  Classy all the way.   

If you hung on for that ride, kudos to you.  Because let's remember this all started with carrots and peanut butter.
Wait!  How could I not let you in on this gem.  For all of you people out there who think you want curly hair, please see Exhibit A.  The one titled Laying on the Couch Gets You Every Single Time. 

Fruition

The day before Easter my sister-in-law and I did the final meal preparations and finished off the details for our celebration. 

Sometimes for us what that looks like is Sil doing slicing and dicing and other kitchen type things while I hot glue graham crackers together in an effort to see a hair brained idea come to fruition. 

Peep Houses 

Now looking at them I realize the icing would have been much more appropriate in a shade of green, as in grass.  Instead of the white I used, as in in snow.  But in all fairness to myself, I blame my environment.  You see this lovely nook of North Dakota I call home still has feet of snow blessing its landscape.  So snowy peep houses it was for us. 

At any spring or not springish rate, the littles were decorating machines and that is what matters the most.  Dinosaur attacking included. 

   

Then what happens next is I try to stay on task and whip up some banana Nutella muffins while Sil colors eggs with the crew. 

But I can't help but snap some memories between teaspoons of baking soda and powder because goodness those kids are full of it and you better not even try and tell Punky that she is too little to do anything much less handle the care of an egg all on her own thank you very much.

I'd like to think Sil and I make a good team when it comes to celebration meal planning and party executing but I know deep down she's really the force behind the spatula.  While I'm more of the flitterer.  It's a win for me as she lets me come along for the ride to see the fruition of her labors which tend to be much more delicious and far less hair brained than mine.

Although I did boil some eggs late that night to be deviled the next morning.  Boiling eggs.  Culinary difficulty at its finest.    
  



We Brunch Now

What better way to celebrate the clear photographs than to throw a Saturday morning glitter brunch?  Although, I'm still experiencing some technical difficulties but let's talk about glitter and pretty things and heart happy moments for a minute.  For two reasons.  Number one being I'm about to go bananas because when a girl like me has a certain picture saving, backing up, editing, and sharing flow and a wrench is thrown into the mix by some setting here or a code there, it gets interesting.  Number two being you cannot go wrong with sparkle and shine and all things glitter.  Ever. 

 

 

I do believe in parties.  Parties make the world go around.  Even if throwing one means you stay up until 1:30 in the morning the night before doing things like finally tackling hanging a picture gallery wall which you've been stalling on for months and writing where each fruit goes on the painted and glittered table runner because that really matters...they are worth it. 

Worth it.  Because the next morning when the sun is streaming in your windows and you hear all of your people laughing and visiting and knee slapping, your heart will be happy. 

 



If a yogurt bar and too many cups of good coffee with a splash of mimosa can do that, then by all means, I say party. 



And I must add this. 

 

When you get to see the sweet little nugget who has your best friend for a mother, you will want to bite his cheeks. 

Then you will get a tad teary eyed at seeing the woman who you have been through so much with be a mom.  A real mom.  One who warms up milk and who wipes up spit-up and who loves unconditionally. 

 

Teary eyed I was.  Because I'm not sure I could have imagined us sitting around a glitter brunch, sipping coffee, and talking about big kid things when we were going through those crazy years, like errrrrr, that time in college when we ended up being thrown into the "J" word and then that other time when a pumpkin rotted in our dorm room or that other time when we threw our stuff in the car and headed down the open road yet again because that's just what we did back then. 

But just look at how we all turned out, I mean we do things like brunch now.  You can't get much more mature than that.