That card is awesome, Kat.

Franny woke from her nap and wanted to wear her cowgirl boots (they are pink and two sizes too big for her). So Daddy insisted that we put the blue jean diaper cover on her. Too cute. I really must take photos this time.

Jesse, I am an utter failure at pie crusts. I should make ita show me how to do it.

I am a believer that pie crust is a combination of practice and temperment. Is that the word? My mother will never be able to not over-work a crust.

I wish I had pie now. Pizza, cherry, pork, whatever. I need to eat some dinner, I guess.

Franny woke from her nap and wanted to wear her cowgirl boots (they are pink and two sizes too big for her). So Daddy insisted that we put the blue jean diaper cover on her. Too cute. I really must take photos this time.

Awww. How old is Franny now?

Well I have no idea if I have the pie crust temperment or not.

Okay, now I'm getting a little hungry. May need to start thinking about dinner.

She's 17 months today, sj.

Franny woke from her nap and wanted to wear her cowgirl boots

I love this. It wasn't that long ago that she couldn't express preference for clothing (if she felt it), not to mention back when she didn't even know they were her feet.

Burrell, my pie crust instinct is sort of vague and hard to articulate. I know what it feels like when it's about to be just the sort of flakey I like. Today wasn't it, but at least it didn't decompose like some of my terrible failures have. It should be fine.

Keep the cold things cold, and don't work it too hard, is the basis.

Aw. Happy monthiversary, Frances!

I ate some laughing cow cheese. I guess that'll do.

Pie crusts? I buy them. Tried a few times. Too much work for too wimpy product. Or at least for me and my impatience.

My cousin sent out a yearly letter. Her absolutely freaking adorable 3 year old daughter (think spiral gold-redhead imp) has changed her life career from veterinarian to cowgirl. Complete with the outfit. So dang cute!

Hopefully, I'll see her in March. There is a family reunion/50th-anniversary happening then. (Dear god, one of my aunts had been married 50 years!) I'm told that one of my cousins, who I don't know that well but for the reunion 5 years ago, is really really looking forward to seeing me. As in, flying in despite her extreme flying phobia. So I gotta go. It's weird, because she's all overacheiver-that-I-was (she's a law student now) and me, slacker and spinning wheels extraordinaire, is someone she's really hoping to see? Dude, must work on my self confidence. I'm flattered, but wondering WTF!

I know what it feels like when it's about to be just the sort of flakey I like.

There, see? I have no idea what it ever feels like.

I am eating apple pie my mother made. She did not make the crust. My grandmother made great piecrusts, but we didn't seem to inherit the gene.