week in review.

so really, that title is misleading. i don’t actually remember the majority of this past week, which tends to make a review somewhat of a challenge. ’tis a lucky thing i occasionally take pictures and also that my camera has the foresight to record the date; then on saturday i can look back and say, oho! so that is what we were up to this week.

ps i do not actually say oho. that is one of those expressions confined to the imaginary conversations of this blog.




on tuesday, if my camera is to be trusted, elle played school with her stuffed menagerie of students. you’d think they’d be well-behaved, this bunch, what with their lack of vocal chords and all, but the way elle plays it you’ve never seen a class so teeming with hijinks.




on thursday, we dished up bowlish mugs of tortilla soup leftovers, and for the record: i could make a career of eating tortilla soup.



recently i’ve branched out and tried several different takes on this steamy goodness, the latest being pioneer woman’s recipe. ‘twas hearty and filling, but i think i’m still partial to the stuff i normally cook up, which has more of a clear broth base and not so much thickness going on with the tomato.




also, it probably snowed in the past seven days, but that's just an educated guess. this here's a recycled pic from several weeks back.




ah, this part i do remember. we spent about six hours today in the church gym playing basketball. em had a few unintentional assists, and zee and elle were beastly on defense. (for elle it was a delicate sort of beastly, but still. she was on her man.)

this afternoon the ever popular aunt kristin played games with the littles, and then after supper we all (minus the hubby, who had a meeting) lounged in the living room reading library books and scribbling stories. 'twas My Kind of Evening.


my plans for next week include roasting a salty batch of these beautiful guys and also a february giveaway (stay tuned!). and if you've known me a longish while, then yes, it is uncharacteristic and possibly disturbing to find me ogling french fry recipes, but it turns out that adoption cravings are also kind of real. (if you are arching an eyebrow in disbelief, it's okay. i would totally not believe me either if i weren't the one it was happening to.)

and now i am off to a book and bed. see y'all in the ayem.