I don't seem to have anything to say. I'm listening to a new CD that John bought, Jodie Holland Catalpa. I really like her.
We made pizza, crust and all, from scratch. It was pretty good. Whenever I make something Nate likes he says, "Mom, this is scratch."
Tomorrow we'll brave the Children's Museum. 'Twill be fun.
Odd. I just posted elsewhere about the fit of giggles TJ went into when I said I'd made something from scratch. He was convinced I'd used the wrong word, couldn't believe that "scratch" would apply to making food. Hee.
Glad Willow's okay; I groaned aloud when I saw the rash entry!