Actually, this snap happened at dinner last night. Friday evening and my kitchen just don’t go together. So, because the sink of dirty dishes magically vanished before I got home, we tried out Steak and Shake; a national chain new to Houston. John already experienced their menu on one of his school trips to New York City. (Yeah, school field trips to NYC. Don’t get me started.) It was a big hit all around. But, called for a home cooked breakfast follow-up:

Yummy DaddyMom Breakfast Pizza using the dough I had intended to use for Friday night dinner. Tasty? Thumbs up from the whole Monkey Troop. (Stella suggested less spicy salsa next time around. Agreed; peppered bacon bits added all the snap it needed.) it’s now on the weekend breakfast menu rotation.

Previews of weekend attractions? Not hardly. Gotta get this chores thing working better. Perhaps a tempting dinner out will lure the monkeys out to do their part.

The only one happier to be home tonight than the monkey troop is Asta. Zuzu had the great idea to welcome him home with his favorite treat: a McDonald’s cheeseburger. Just the sound of the wrapping being opened had him up on his hind legs dancing like a member of Riverdance. His return means we’re all home and glad to be back in Texas. Of course, the kids will be even happier tomorrow when I bring home their laptops from the office where we left them for safe keeping.

Flowers for Mothers Day. Ironically enough, they came from my Mom. When it comes to mothering, we are a mutual admiration society.

A burr under your saddle. A fire in your belly. Either way, it’s when something grips you and spurs action. I read something on Facebook this morning that did just that.
The post was a challenge: post a picture everyday for a year. 365 pictures In a year. Fair enough. I can either start by posting 27 right now. Or, start here and end a year from now.

I choose B. I start with Zuzu.