That's tough, Sheryl. I'm so sorry. It's close to 10 and ltc is still awake. The first day of school is going to be fun.

I actually make a really good homemade pumpkin and sausage ravioli, that I serve with sage brown butter. It's one of my favorite fall dishes, but I only make it for company because it's very rich.

::drooooool::

I made Greek Mac n Cheese tonight. Which is pasta shells in a cheese sauce made of cream, Greek yogurt, feta, parm (highly seasoned with garlic & oregano) and tossed with baby spinach.

Matilda has gone Full Hermione this year as on the daily she is coming home and reporting how she has challenged her teachers until they are sweaty and uncomfortable. Emmett didn't hit this phase until he was in his third year of college.

It's like watching a catalytic element hit her brain and suddenly All Brain Cells are activated.

She wasn't like this last year. All of sudden she's Take No Prisoners: "Obviously, bruh!"

I suspect her grades might go down because she will tire her teachers out, but I don't really care.

She's become intellectually ferocious.

I mean, she got into a fight with her English teacher after he gave her a good grade and noted "very intuitive" on her textual analysis because he crossed out "pensive" on her friend's analysis.

(Which is very in-character for her that she's more likely to start a conflict defending one of her friends.)

Today is a day of celebration as we send happy birthday wishes to lisah! May this day and the year to come be filled with joy and laughter.

Now I want Greek mac n cheese for breakfast.

It is wonderful to see Matilda blossoming into such an incredible young woman. Chip off the old blocks that one is. I wish there was some magical way to get the wee ones to sleep at a reasonable hour to give the parental units time to relax and unwind. I think my grandparents endorsed a bit of whiskey. If I recall correctly I resorted to a strawberry milk with melatonin and Benadryl on occasion when they complained of not being able to sleep.

Yay for intellectual ferocity. It’s been a joy virtually watching Matilda grow up.

I need to tell someone how perfect my steel-cut oatmeal is this morning.

You know how cats and dogs stick their faces in jars trying to get all of the good stuff? That's me right now.

Perfect oatmeal is indeed a good way to start the day.

Nice! I discovered steel cut oats way too late in life. A lot of my mornings could've been way better, is what I'm saying.

(I prefer rolled oats to steel cut. Not worth the extra cost, IMHO)