This morning began with three rounds of breakfast. I was a sous chef to our son for the third round. He was preparing breakfast for Jack, Henry and Peter: his dinosaur friends. He completed the meal with tea service while I read the paper. They were chatting of two other imaginary, but not really, mates Thomas and Beckett who are on "cataion: visiting a horse.
Baby number 2 is down for nap #1 with Husband #1 who is still asleep. Everyone loves their Sunday mornings around here...how about you?
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My centuries past style love letter to Georges Henry.
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