Oatmeal cookies and the aroma that floats around my house for days after they have gone.
Listening to my husband trying to argue with a two-year-old about who technically owns our bathtub.
Trying a new recipe(preferably something new and exciting and that forces me to buy an ingredient I don't already have).
Both of my children napping at the same time.
A weeded garden.
That unconscious realm of sleep that only newborn babies seem to be able to tap in to.
Going to farmers markets to buy produce and whatever else looks tantalizing.
Sleeping with the windows open.
Candid pictures.
Trying a new recipe(preferably something new and exciting and that forces me to buy an ingredient I don't already have).
Both of my children napping at the same time.
A weeded garden.
That unconscious realm of sleep that only newborn babies seem to be able to tap in to.
Going to farmers markets to buy produce and whatever else looks tantalizing.
Sleeping with the windows open.
Candid pictures.
ps. we have adopted a kitten that was abandoned at adam's work... she sleeps in hats... her name is joni mitchell... cat stephens tried to teach her to climb our stairs yesterday.
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