I forgot to get the recipe for my mom's delicious breakfast casserole, so we made do with eggs, bacon, and biscuits. Biscuits are the second best thing I bake. The third is cornbread, and the first is chocolate chip cookies, two dozen of which are cooling on the rack as the boys discuss the aunt-gifted Playmobil vikings placement in their fort. And I am casually picking up pieces and covers and socks and stuffed animals around the house, trying not to disturb the pleasant flow of play and conversation with my tidying.
Nana bought the boys a set of soft horseshoes for Solstice, but we hadn't gotten a chance to play yet since it was so soggy. But yesterday morning, Woody ran in to wake Daddy Honey first thing, and before breakfast (but with a first cup of coffee), they got in few innings. While Daddy Honey got his shoes on, Woody and I looked up how to keep score, and we learned the history of the expression "Close on counts in horseshoes and hand grenades."
And finally, we had a few breakfast guests who happily pecked at the pinecone bird feeders we made with new friends on Friday as well as the sourdough loaf I forgot about and left rising and then drying out into brickness in the oven overnight.