Yesterday Jeff took the boys golfing, so it was just Ivy and me. Having a daughter is still like a present to open every day. I never knew how much fun it would be to have a built-in girl friend but it's kind of like that.
The weather was pretty gross so we nixed the farmer's market and art fair I'd wanted to drive to and just went grocery shopping for all the cooking and baking I needed to do for our Memorial Day parties. (You can see all the delicious things I've been cooking up all weekend here.)
We pal-led around and then she helped me in the kitchen. One of her favorite "jobs" is to shake a jar of sprinkles into a bowl, if for no other purpose than keeping her busy, thinking she's helping, and happy. She did crush the graham crackers for the cheesecake stuffed strawberries and looooved that.
We were having family over for dinner and I was cleaning house, finding myself thankful for my paint- and crayon-stained dining table that I wasn't even going to bother covering up with a table cloth or place mats. I prefer the artistic character. I'm kind of proud of it. We are a family of messes. Good messes.