Some days J is a little sad. She's too tired but not sleeping, she's a little sensitive, and a little too particular. To add to the sadness, I don't always know what she wants. It makes a mom feel a little helpless. So tonight while dad was away, we turned on a little Louis Armstrong, she shimmied back and forth as she does so well while watching her mama dance in the kitchen playing an air trumpet. I gave lots of kisses and I love you's in between her bowl whisking and my sweet potato fry making and instead of trying to understand each other, we just spent time together.
Recipe here.
+ I've over at Twig talking about one of our favorite things to do in the city.
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