Things Discovered, and Things Cooked.

So y'all remember when, a few months ago, we had to rush Squiddle to the emergency room because he'd managed to get into our pill case and one of Wonderful Husband's medications was missing?

Guess what I found half-hidden under the refrigerator yesterday.

Still, as my mother put it, at least it was a good wake-up call for us.

In other news, the dining table is covered with things to be transported to my parents' in a little bit. Pies and cornbread and quiche and cranberries and whipped cream, oh my!

It's The Little Things

Big family Thanksgiving, with fourteen adults, one toddler, and one baby, successfully pulled off by my mother.

Yet somehow the best part of the day was not talking with friends and family at the shindig, nor eating a lot of very good food. It was sitting in a skychair in my backyard this afternoon, hand-sewing binding on a quilt, watching my three-year-old chase a butterfly, calling out "Butterfly! Come back!"