My Happies are...
Singing "Happy Birthday" and watching the birthday boy blow out all his candles on the first try, followed by enjoying the extremely delicious, though ever-so-slightly more waxified cake.
Making homemade pizza dough (the birthday boy's party request) and watching it rise! Oh, and who can forget that wonderfully yeasty, doughy smell? Mmmm!
Standing on the peak of a mountain and taking in the beautiful 360 view.
(I take no credit for the climb. The car did most of the work.)
Extremely geometrical things, like this ceiling and chandelier combo.
Breaking my diet and EATING ALL THE THINGS, especially these bad boys. You didn't think Oreos could get any better, but then they did. They truly, madly, deeply, totally did.
Another Schopped Challenge!
I competed against my husband in a cooking competition based on the show Chopped and what you see above is my final dish. Stay tuned for more details on the secret ingredients, what we ended up cooking, and who won, all in the form of a video recap, coming soon to a Blessed to Be blog near you!
Randomly discovering the coolest tea shop ever.
Yes, even that glass on the far right is tea. Beer-like in look, but definitely not in taste. My father-in-law ordered it because he wanted his tea to be "as manly as possible." His words, not mine. He's a funny one!
Playing the heck out of some board games with the in-laws, including Dominion (above) and King of Tokyo (below).
Hanging out with my furry friend, Cholmondeley (pronounced Chum-lee). He likes long walks, getting you to throw things so he can catch them but then not return them to you, ice cubes, slobbering, and mostly my father-in-law. It's his dog, after all.
And still following along on your blogs amidst all the family fun. Sorry there hasn't been much commentage on my part, but I promise I read and enjoyed every last bit of your updates.
I'm thankful that this little Catholic community caught my blogging dodo mistake and gently called me out on it. If you read this quote in my Little Happies last week and believed me when I said C. S. Lewis was Catholic, I apologize. I was misinformed and am now saying a big OOPS for creating another internet lie. OOPS. As it turns out, he was about as close to Catholic as it gets, but never quite got there. There are some rumors floating around that claim he did become Catholic right before his death, but rumors they remain. Thanks for being gentle on me, friends!