We’ve really hit our production targets here at the Fun Apartment lately. Our bosses are thrilled and we are expecting a generous year-end bonus.
For instance, the kitchen staff has really stepped up. There was this:
Which turns into this, in just a few easy steps:
And then there was granola, because cereal’s expensive. Even at Trader Joe’s.
And then we had a dinner guest, so we fed him from our Russian / Irish menu:
Adoring Husband actually is Irish (well, -ish) and yet the making of the soda bread falls to me every year.
And then there was the knitting.
This was my birthday present for my newly-minted three-year-old, a pattern from this volume essential to any collection. The frill is slightly cock-eyed, which just makes the triceratops look very attentive and curious.
He has a friend, too.
What I do to justify watching TV in the evening:
What happens if I watch too much TV:
I just want it noted for the record: nobody’s just sitting around on their duff here at the Fun Apartment. Those dinosaurs don’t knit themselves, after all.
(Also, last week’s post seemed to fall into a strange interwebs limbo, so here it is, if you, poor thing, were desperate to read it.)