Monday August 13th 2012, 10:21 pm
Filed under: Family,Food

You would think I was the one having the baby: nesting instinct kicked in bigtime, thanks to Carolyn’s son (still not here) and the particular joy of little Eden Alison. I got things rearranged and cleaned and swept inside and, when the sun was low, out on the patio, too. Bricks and stones despite my bones got moved to new places. It felt great.

I played in the kitchen, a pistachio chocolate torte recipe, trying to branch out a little from the hazelnut type; it’s cooling. Michelle’s working on a strawberry pie.

And though I thought I’d used it all up already, I found out I do still have some baby pink sheared-mink yarn in my stash. Alright!

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Ha! That’s it, Alison. Raise that namesake to appreciate the finest fibers…

Comment by Channon 08.14.12 @ 9:16 am

Hey! You’re a GRANDma; not a ma-to-be.
But have fun anyway.

Comment by Don Meyer 08.14.12 @ 9:23 am

Grand-aunt? Great-aunt? Oh, enjoy! It’s all good! And you get to play with pink mink!

Comment by DebbieR 08.14.12 @ 2:55 pm

Talk about celebrations!!!

Can I come over for a slice of pie? 🙂 I promise to bring company. hihihi

Comment by Suzanne from Montreal 08.14.12 @ 5:22 pm

Oh, and if Suzanne comes to visit, you get to play with lovely little Emilie! I’m enjoying the wonder of your niece naming her little one after you. So right!

What’s the update on the result from the little boy hat? I am so hoping he’s here or will be here in the next day. OK, or two days. Enough already.

Comment by sjanova 08.14.12 @ 5:27 pm

Something about that phrase, “baby pink sheared mink” that sounds as indulgent as strawberry pie with loads of whipped cream. I mean soy milk, of course!

Comment by twinsetellen 08.17.12 @ 5:15 pm

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