I was up late at night, complaining to myself about my tooth woes, while watching the Food Network (which is silly and torturous when you can't chew), reading blogs and checking in on Twitter.
That is when I came across this beautiful post from Bringing Up Burns.
At one in the morning. Hungry. Grumpy. In pain. Mind reeling with ideas.
Why can't I be normal? Why can't I plan ahead?
That question will most likely never be answered, but a new family tradition was born.
Back to School Eve
Erin's Back to School Eve? Ridiculous. Gorgeous. Inspiring. Thoughtful.
The ruffled streamers? Those will haunt me until I have some of my very own.
In every single color.
It is something that I can aspire to, even perhaps pull off next year.
Beg Erin to borrow the crowns.
Go get the crowns.
Then go to the dentist to get working on a whole different type of crown. A way less cute, and much more expensive type of crown.
What was the feast you ask?
Simple chicken and rice. On the nice dishes. With nice glasses. Outside. Right after the girls had a little Back to School Eve swim.
For dessert? Zingers. Yes. Zingers. With candles. The same Zingers that I deny my kids the other 364 days of the year. The same Zingers that they pleaded for the other day at Target. Zingers that made both of them say that they were the best dessert ever. (Tell me why I bake again?)
Let's see if the Zingers make it to next years feast.