That is a picture of me squishing Gibson with my love at the Big Lots in a strange sort of basket daybed. Or something. Please note my tights.
We had a good time and went to the Japanica! where we had miso soup and salads with ginger dressing and sushi and tempura and curried tofu and all sorts of delicious foods. FEAST!
Owen pretending to be pensive. Or a poet. Or a pensive poet.
Gibson eating BEANS!!!! He can suck those down. Isn't Jessie pretty with her glasses on?
Two of my daughters. I wish May and Hank had been with us. It is so precious to have Jessie back in our arms, especially with the bonus of having Vergil too. I am such a lucky mama.
Owen in the Big Lots, dressed for St. Patrick's Day. He's ready, y'all.
After we got some stuff there (not the St. Patrick's Day garb OR the basket bed) we went to Costco and bought all sorts of fresh vegetables and cheese and nuts and I don't even know what all. And so, despite the rain and the bone-chilling temperatures we had a most delightful day.
And now I'm home, waiting for my husband to arrive and I think I am going to try and make a polenta-like substance with leftover grits topped with a sauce made from leftover shrimp and tomatoes and basil and whatever else I decide to throw in.
If it ain't fittin', the chickens will always eat it.
Which is one more reason to love them.
Stay warm, y'all.