Salt and two peppers.

I was thinking the other night as I was lying in bed, it feels like life is ten times busier than it was a month ago. Danny is in a stage. We'll call it the oncoming of the age of two, or something. I swear the kid wears me out. If he wasn't so damn funny, he'd be in trouble all day long. Instead, we all smooch on him until he can hardly breathe. He's so edible to me.

Morgan is still my sweetheart boy. I asked him if he had sweet dreams a few mornings ago. He said yes and when I asked him what he dreamed about he said he dreamed about me. He's always calling me 'pretty mommy' and always seems to know when I'm sad. What a pair of boys I have. A customer came to buy something yesterday and saw them both together and said, "My word! Salt and pepper!". Truth.

I've been keeping busy with vintage farm things. I always hate the lull in winter time, but it seems when spring rolls around, everyone's purging the junk left and right. And I'm there to pick it up. It's a good thing, though, and so much fun for me. Treasure hunting, as it were. I could live for it.

This weekend I'm going to pick up my mom and bring her to stay the week with us. We're so excited to finally have grandma to ourselves and Morgan already has a list a mile long full of plans.

And that is all for now. Happy sunny, sunny day. April, you feel good.