Why should the kids’ lunch get all of the glory?
We almost didn’t go to the farmer’s market this morning. It was just Flora and I and she was kind of in ill spirits. When I say “kind of in ill spirits,” I mean that she was toddlering hard. I think it’s her teeth. Flora is the sweetest, most charismatic little thing except for when
I must admit, I am one of those crazy autumn lovers. It is currently in the 80s here in our part of North Carolina, but I fully plan on dragging my butt out of bed early tomorrow to hit the Farmer’s Market and see if they have pumpkins for the porch. I just love everything