weekend love

This weekend was all about family, friends and foooood. Mostly Jamie's. And a late birthday present. And it was good. So good.

Linking up with that gorgeous blonde, who's been out and about, oh you know, capturing babies being born and all that usual weekend stuff. 

sushi

From hereon in, I hereby christen Thursdays at Chateau P to be Sushi Thursday. Homemade Sushi Thursday. Ruby's afternoon session of kindy means late pick up, which means later dinner, which means late bath, which means late bedtime. No, no. To keep things on track at that end of the day, I like to prepare dinner early so it can be served up the minute she and hubby walk through the door.

I have wanted to try making our own for a very long time, but it was just one of those things I never got around to. So easy. So cheap. So fun. The kids enjoyed it, and even with all that lovely sticky rice threatening to attach itself to absolutely everything, the production line was neat and clean up was swift.

Yep. Definitely Sushi Thursday.

{snap it} :: every day

This boy of mine has never eaten bread. Toast? Yes. He loves toast. But fresh, soft bread? No no.

Crazy kid.

Today Big and Middle asked for fairy bread. Considering recent events, who was I to decline.

Traditional hundreds and thousands were nowhere to be found. But we did have leftover sunshine sprinkles.

In the time it took me to make said fairy bread, Middle had changed his mind.
He left his plate sitting on the table where the Small climbed up and helped himself.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

What should I do at this moment?

Why take a gazillion photos of the boy eating bread, of course.

Certainly not your {every day} happenings around these parts.

I really love Sarah's snaps this week. Some more lovely {every day} to take a peek at while you're there. Go on.

*the Small is half dressed en route to bathroom for poop motherload induced bath (two days running).