rolls and run

 Have you ever made the Pioneer Woman's Cinnamon Rolls?

 If your thighs are hungry and you have three hours to spare, kill or slaughter...you should.

Julia begged and you know my parenting philosophy is to never, ever say no.

So...we made and ate and ate some more.

Then we went on what some kind souls might call a jog...others might call a brisky walk

I didn't catch the name of the street on the right but I'm pretty sure it is Everest reincarnate right here in St. Louis. The grade is deceiving...really. 

And other than those two flurries of recreation...it has been business as usual around here

1. maternal adoration 

(eternally unrequited of course)

2. Monday morning chores 

(always a wildcard..she chose to lovingly pat pat pat the toilet paper for this morning's task)

3. desperate for the fun parent to return home

(no parenthetical statement here but didn't want #3 to feel left out)

Simon is off dealing with a birth plan that only requests a 'courtesy stitch' post delivery. He and the nurses didn't know what on God's green that was and so I kindly Googled...oops...and...ha.

And not pictured thankfully ... is the wretched resurrection of the crying it out. All those months of hard work, sweat, tears and Julia has severely regressed. I'm not backing down...she's not backing down and Simon is stuck in the middle but I keep my headphones and good music holstered and at the ready.
Cheaters always prosper. 

Have a pleasant afternoon and evening.