Last week we hosted. An out-of-town visitor and a cold for both James and I. After our guest left on Friday morning I took it easy for the remainder of the weekend and let things lapse into sheer chaos. Dishes piled, laundry lumped in corners, and stuff everywhere. Regardless it was a welcome break from the cook-eat-clean-repeat cycle I suffered while our guest was here. I am not a good hostess to start but add in a cold that won't quit and diminished sleep with someone on the couch and forget it. I was a walking zombie. Returning home in the soft light of the dawn with Lucas' night light still shining through his window made me appreciate my home all the more. My home. Yes I most definitely need more hosting practice. Hospitality is not my strong suit.
I can do almost anything with my little babe in a sling. And the cookies were absolutely delicious.
As is my little guy.