MediocreBowl

So earlier in the month there was a Super Bowl.  Except the only thing super was the food.  And the friends. 

 Well, and the Seahawks, but who gives a rat's hind quarters about them?!?

 Actually, the T-Mobile commercials featuring Mr. Tebow...two thumbs up.

Color Me Crazy

We haven't been back to The Crayola Factory since Linley was Eden's age.  Which is strange, because I am pretty sure that was less than five minutes ago.

Which is even stranger, because that must mean I am an old person that promises it all goes by way too fast.  

Guys, it does.

The End.

The place was recently redone and getting rave reviews, and we are buried in snow and ice and temperatures that freeze your nose hairs, so when MLK day arrived, we happily escaped to a destination we could draw our winter woes away.

Poor sweet Eden was sicker than a dog, but another day stuck indoors simply wasn't an option. So we dragged her along, and she slept most of the day away in her stroller.  

Which, let's be real, made for one dang pleasant artsy fartsy experience.

 Maybe we'll even go back again.  

In 5 years.