Go ahead and smile.

She was indeed surprised.

Reason #608 my husband rocks as a father.

#608:
Because he decides to have a condiment tasting session with our kids. (Sans Shea.)

You know, to taste all of the condiments that are in the refrigerator. Or things that might be considered sometimes, maybe, rarely, never as a condiment.

With scrambled eggs as the ... subject? Dippee? Tasting medium?

I'm not sure of the right word.

And he wouldn't tell them what was what until after they tried it.



Emerson was not a fan of the hot peppers.

Atlee either.

A veritable palette of choices.

Atlee is maybe asking Rich who would ever want to use raspberry jam on eggs? It's crazy! It's just so gross.


And now we know -thanks to Rich- that Greeley totally would.

Like a Hurricane.

I'm sorry I'm not around much lately. I had a baby boy.

The last two children were girl children. Girl children are different than boys. Oh, they're destructive in the toddler years, but it's a different type of destructive. It's more subtle.

There's nothing subtle about Emerson.






I always like to offer up a few scavenger hunt features on videos, so be sure to look for:

-empty beer bottles on dirty counters, because I'm classy like that

-the oven light that is ALWAYS on these days

- the discarded carrot lying on the floor

-the sprinkling of dog food that is again ALWAYS around


Let me know what your favorite thing is! Is it the barbecue tool in the dining room or the sink so full of dishes you can't see the sink?