My eldest turned sixteen today. (Which is odd, because my own sweet sixteen doesn't seem that long ago. But I digress...) I spent the day in a frenzy of cupcake-baking, roll making, and potato peeling to commemorate the occasion.
The kitchen floor bears the nonpareille-ed scars of their helpfulness; never have been cupcakes so earnestly sprinkled.
It's Sierra Mist in the goblets, I swear. We ran out of plastic cups this morning, and haven't unpacked the everyday stuff just yet.
I'm feeling pretty old, too, you know?