My mom sent these lovely "Mommy and me" aprons she made for Valentine’s day (she also included an embroidered reversible smock). I joke with my mom about how she does everything in "twos." She didn’t just send J. one Iraq war scrapbook (in a 3-inch binder) when he came back from his first tour; she sent two (I think she printed literally every war article she found; we’ll be grateful for all that history some day). She didn’t send one wand/feather boa/princess crown set for E. last month; she sent two. And she didn’t send E. just one vintage reproduction child’s cookbook for Valentine’s Day:
Mom has a theory that she does this out of habit – she raised two daughters, and was always buying two versions of everything. Maybe that’s it. Or, maybe she’s a little like me and can’t just choose between two great things. Fine by me, since I had seen these at the bookstore and didn’t buy one because I couldn’t decide which I liked best. Any one else suffer the same problem of over-analyzing every little purchase? I can’t tell you how many minutes-turned-hours I spend at Target trying to make up my mind about simple things like a magazine (is it worth 4.99?) or a pack of socks for E. (ankle or crew?) . And heaven forbid I find a great sweater in two great colors. Maybe I do this because I’m a perfectionist and hate the idea of picking the wrong thing. Or maybe I still feel a little lost after leaving the traditional working world, and this is my way of feeling productive.
Anyway, E. isn’t old enough to follow the recipes, but she loves books and found the cookbooks intriguing:
And after our little "photo shoot" (you know, taking forty-ten pictures to get one or two good ones), E. snuggled up with me on the floor: