I bear in mind when Anton was two, he as soon as grimaced for a photograph after which requested, earnestly, “Is that smiling, Mama?” It may be laborious to determine! So, I’m loving these latest snapshots of my honorary niece, Georgie. Cool smile unlocked.
(In the meantime, Toby has formally reached the age the place he towers over me and helps neighbors carry suitcases and groceries. Proud mother over right here.)
Would you ever make a Spanish tortilla with salt-and-vinegar chips, as an alternative of sliced potatoes? “Good looooord,” wrote a reader named Olive. “The chips make it extra flavorful, and you may have the entire thing accomplished in lower than half-hour.” Intrigued, my mother and I are planning to make this when she visits subsequent week. Will report again.
For heat summer time days, I like carrying mini skirts, but it surely’s laborious to seek out one which’s not too lengthy and never too quick. I’ve been loving this white one, which falls good.
What’s your consolation present? Once I’m drained or harassed, I’ll queue up an episode of 30 Rock. The writing is so good. Right here’s Jack quizzing Jenna about her age.
Lastly, self-importance license plates at all times make me snort whereas navigating Brooklyn visitors.
What about you? What glimmers have you ever seen recently? What’s your emotional temporature nowadays?
P.S. One of the best parenting recommendation I ever bought, and 5 extra pick-me-ups.
(Tortilla picture by Critical Eats / Kenji López-Alt.)
