It's almost 11 and I'm just eating breakfast. It's not that I slept in, I've been up for quite a while now. It's just that I didn't want cheerios. Again. I decided to make granola. I've never made cereal granola before, but I have made granola bars, so I figured I could handle it. I may have been wrong. I may have over-baked a bit. There is a bit of a "smokey" flavor going on. Or maybe my jaw muscles are out of shape. How can something be so crisp and chewy at the same time? I'm letting it soak in some milk to try to soften things up a bit.
While I'm here, I'll catch you up on the high points of the week. The baby seems to have grown a little. She can now reach things on the counters. She also figured out how to use one of my bread pans as a stool. Nothing is safe. Nothing.
The other night, my son informed me that his nose felt funny... like it was going to throw up. I tried to get him to explain what exactly nose throw up feels like and he didn't know. We still don't know. I am constantly having to listen to the great world of 6 year old boy humor. Basically anything with the words poop or fart counts as high humor.
The lilacs have started to bloom. I love that I can smell them before I see them. There are trees in bloom everywhere. I do love this time of year.
Well, my bowl of rock-hard granola is almost gone. I'd better get to work, and not with the sewing machine!