pat's back home, so this past weekend was spent mostly soaking him up and getting accustomed to having a boy in the house once again. that just usually involves less nudity and less ice cream.
on saturday morning, we woke up to a strange smell. esmé and i looked at each other with the exact same whaaa? look on our faces.
what is that smell? she asked. not a clue, i answered.
grae walked by us in a hurry to get downstairs, and shot a frown at us.
oh, yes. that again.
did i ever tell you that my grandma used to make us pancakes in the shape of turtles or men riding bicycles or storm clouds or cars? they all looked like circles, i think, but the point was that she was trying. that was a lovely gift that i appreciate more now than i probably did then. isn't that always the way? elephant pancake here.