Good.

Life is real sweet, you guys. It's true. As are silly weekends, evening drives, self portraits with your BFF, sunday naps and afternoons spent shopping solo, sans children. That was my weekend, and it was good.

As it turns out, Mr. Keller was (is) Ruby Tuesday'ed out, so Friday, we settled on Senores where Morgan poured mounds of salt and pepper on the table and drank salsa right out of the bowl. Danny turned eight weeks at 11:02pm Friday (sigh!), I bought a new purse, and Jared cooked fajitas for dinner last night. My cute yellow rain boots arrived in the mail Saturday morning and Morgan spent his weekend trapsing around the house in them. He's such a dresser-upper boy. And we get a kick out of it.

We get a kick out of lots of things. It's sort of the story of our lives.

Hope you smiled a lot this weekend. 
Xo.        

Danny's new 'hat' (a basket), courtesy of his big brother.

The boy has a smile that melts, and a pout that will break your heart.