I feel like lately, we do all of the fun stuff on the weekend, and I spend the whole week talking about it. Then, when I come here to post something, I have like 3 pictures of my lunch.
Like this week, where crappy food pics dominate:
(I have done the thing I never thought I would do, and I have tied eating dessert to eating your veggies at dinner, which I think is a flawed plan for a number of reasons, but OH MY GOSH THE KIDS HAVE BEEN REFUSING THEIR VEGGIES. Except for Jack, who actually likes them. So now, everyone gets a serving, and they can eat them or not, but they can't have dessert unless they do, and it's working. Cooper is the most stubborn about it, and he is just like oh well, screw dessert, Brussels sprouts will never touch my lips.)
Behold my desperate crudites flower:
The view from my office on a dreary day. To be honest, I love dreary fall days when the trees are still leafy.