for the past month, month and a half, two months . . . er, ya know . . . for a while now, i’ve been eating a huge bowl of fresh strawberries, blueberries and bananas for breakfast.

i love it.

i love it a lot.

i highly recommend it.

did you know if you take a load of towels straight from the dryer, shove them into a laundry basket and leave them for a spell ::cough:: or two ~ the towels will eventually mold into the shape of the laundry basket?

it’s like laundry art.

i’ve always been passionate about art.

i love that my nine year old folds the towels.

i love that he can laugh at me laughing at him for his precision in towel folding.

his towel folding is like an art.

obviously, he’s passionate about art, too.

it must be hereditary.

out of all of the shoes i own and adore, the ones that will always come first in my heart are my chucks.

i just can’t help it.

whenever we’re road tripping it, i usually put all of the children’s snack food in one big bag that i’m in charge of doling out whenever one of them gets hungry.

or grouchy.

i’m trying something new this time around.

i’m giving each member of the crew his own snack bag. he can eat whenever he wants without having to ask me to hand him something.

except, i’m not calling it a snack bag . . . i’m calling it the happy bag.

happy bags lead to happy bellies which lead to happy children. follow?

i love working out with my man.

it gives us time to talk.

about what books we’re readings. about our day. about whatever. or nothing at all.

what about you? any random thoughts from the weekend?