Fine Art, Popsicles and Bad Mommy

We had our opening at Locopops Thursday night. The paintings were very well received. The critics were, you could say, impressed. Or they were just enjoying their pops.

The funniest thing was the expression on all the faces of the 'regular' Locopops customers who were a bit confused watching us all talk about the paintings.

After the opening we adjourned to a nearby establishment (the Player's Retreat, we are that kind of swanky gals) for drinks and french fries. In this picture you have proof that I am a bad mommy. Nora has a glazed expression on her face caused by her watching Mollie eat a whole plate of french fries. Or that expression could say 'gee, my mommy fed me three pops and now french fries in a bar-what's next?'

The next day she ate a balanced diet with no fried foods, took two naps and played with wholesome, handmade toys all day. Not a pop was had.

*we all love the PR as it is the place Janet used to get drunk, the place Libby used to work, the place Galen used to love to play darts and many, many more reasons.

Cupcakes and clean plates

We had delicious double layer Twins Cookies last night to celebrate hubby's birthday. They were made by the magicians at Twin's Kitchen. Yummy. The generous twins sent along a box with four sweet extra cupcakes that somehow remained hidden in our fridge until just a bit ago. Both girls asleep, hubby just home from work, the house a serious mess and we are putting on some music and cleaning up and licking the icing from our fingers. I have other, actual, work to do here on my trusty laptop* but I am blogging in between putting up all the dishes and dollies and colored pencils and hubby is washing, washing, washing.

Since we trade off time with our girls and time at work we are rarely in the same place at the same time except for breakfast and dinner (we always eat together!) and meals with children require a good bit of child-level and or interrupted dialog. The nightly clean up is one time when we can finish our sentences and even ask questions. You know, have a conversation. I seriously love to clean the kitchen with my husband.

So, dishes to wipe.

Oh, the Twins are at the Moore Square Farmer's Market on Wednesday. They'll also be at Ornamentea for the Designer's Downtown Market on July 19th. That's right out my front door. Extra yummy.

*why is it called a laptop when it lives on my kitchen counter? shouldn't I call it a countertop?