Sunday. Snowday. Whatever.

boots & belt: kohl's. skirt: thrifted. sweater: american eagle. coverage tee & necklace: downeast basics. bracelets: don't recall.

This week, I'm grateful for:

- having enough random food in the house to throw together a decent meal or two without having to go grocery shopping. (Have I told you how much I don't love grocery shopping? Yes? Well, fine.)

- snowtime with kids. Including showing my 6-year-old what being "whitewashed" means...

- and his being a good learner. I'm still getting snow bits out of my left ear and nostril.

- family time in general.

- kissable 2-year-old cheeks. I wish I could freeze time. Or at least her kissy cheeks. But that would be gross and, therefore, counterproductive in the kissability. So.

- unexpected mail.

- a 4-year-old determined to earn herself a certain zhu-zhu pet and, thus, becoming my personal slave. (Note to self: Write Mr. Zhu-Zhu a letter of gratitude for selling such kid-covetable merch...)

- spring break. Sleeping in. Staying up late. Doing nothing productive but many things worthwhile.

- starburst jelly beans.

- easter egg hunts as pasttime in the living room.

- a husband who knows of all my faults and lameties but who pretends to know of none.

- parents coming back home from Sweden in fewer than 3 months.

- pencil sharpeners.

- kid shampoo+conditioner in one.

Happy Sunday, my friends.