Busted Pie: Monday ramble.

A few things:

*5:15 is still happening. It ain't pretty, but it's happening.

*so is the dining room makeover...though still not totally sure where it's headed, I spent the weekend huffing paint fumes and making multiple trips to Lowe's. And I'm digging it, wherever we're going. Change is good.

*yesterday I put 3 sweet potatoes in the oven to roast for baby food. 45 minutes later, Miller removed them from the oven for me as I was painting the aforementioned table. This morning, I found them, sitting on the counter where they'd been dutifully left the day before. In other words, project scatterbrain has already gone off the rails.

*last week I packed up all our beautiful Christmas cards. It's the hardest part of putting away Christmas for me, as I love having them displayed. While I love them all, we still get one from our friend George each year. It makes me happy.

(George)

*Pinterest makes bowl season bearable. LSU was not worthy of my attention tonight.

*my grandfather is making remarkable strides each day and has totally astounded his doctors with his recovery. Thanks, friends, for your nice notes. He is a testament to the benefits of daily exercise and healthy eating; it has paid off in dividends for him. It was wonderful to hug his neck on Friday and can't wait to have him home here in Austin with us.

(a favorite. wonder where that shoe is?)

*I used to call my pigtails my ta-tas. We're going to try hard to keep that one from resurfacing when little miss gets her long flowing locks in.

*M.D. Anderson is really the most wonderful, miracle-making place. But I hope I never have to return there. I made it home just in time for bedtime and rocked my baby a little longer that night. We are very, very blessed.

*diets don't count on weekends. Right, cheeseburger?

*not that all chubby thighs are bad:

*there are days when staying home with a baby can be a bit of a messy, fussy, please just take a nap grind. And days, like dark, gloomy, rainy today, when laying on a quilt with your tambourine-eater, curling up back in bed with coffee during naptime, catching up with friends on the phone and doing a little laundry feels pretty darn perfect.