Ben's parents got me a bread machine, which is SO MUCH FUN to use. I made cinnamon swirl bread this morning just for the hell of it, and I have already used a whole giant bag of whole wheat flour. (Harry hates my bread, BTW, and looked longingly down the commercial bakery aisle at the grocery store yesterday asking wistfully about "that bread with the slices in it." Whatev.) I love that my house smells like a bakery.
My grandma sent us a very generous Amazon gift card, and I ordered this book:
My parents stocked my cupboard with new Le Creuset bake ware, and Ben got me the Beaba babyfood maker and cute little accessories I have been drooling over.
And all of this stuff is wonderful, and I love it, but it makes me ask the question: WHEN DID I GET SO OLD?
I was teasing Ben about the gift I got him and I told him it was a Dyson, and you know what? He was really excited because he WANTS a Dyson, so he is super old, too. So old, in fact, that he has been putting wheat grass in his breakfast smoothie (the kids LOVE it).
In other old people news, we did 2 small projects at home this weekend. First, we finally put something on the walls in our upstairs hallway, which has been sadly blank since July:
We also moved all the furniture around in the family room: