Sleeping Babies and Sweet Potatoes or The Good Things In Life

I'm having one of those rare and special moments right now in my house. It's quiet and peaceful and I don't have a headache. You guessed it -- Atticus isn't here!

Justin took him out to do errands and I'm home with Esme. It's awesome. I love it when he does this because I get to sit here and relax. The only downside is that sometimes my arm falls asleep.

I know I could put her down, but she's just so precious I can't do it. I want to enjoy this.

I also made one of my favorite things for lunch today. Here it is in all its glory.

Justin's not a big fan of sweet potatoes.¹ This has a good side and a bad side. Good side -- they're all mine!² Bad side -- I don't go to the effort very often since it's mostly just for me. I can hear you. You're saying it's pathetic that I see that as effort. Well, you can just -- you -- well -- okay, you're right.

1By that I mean that he loathes them.

2Unless Atticus gets back before I finish them all. And Esme gets some second hand, I suppose. No, not the way birds do it. You're gross for thinking that's what I meant.