Monday, March 4, 2013


Every day Georgetown Cupcake has a secret (not-on-the-menu) cupcake.  They make 100 secret cupcakes per store, and there is a limit of one secret cupcake per person, per day.  How do you get one?  Well, you have to know the specific cupcake of the day and ask for it by also helps to get to the store early.

Today's secret cupcake was vanilla hazelnut.  When Julia and I got to the Bethesda store around 11:15 this morning, we were able to get two (Julia counts as a person - woo hoo!).  And Julia happened to be wearing her "Lucky" St. Patricks' Day t-shirt today.  We were lucky all the way around!

Sunday, March 3, 2013


This house was my Grandma and Grandpa Miller's house in Bellevue, Nebraska. When the house got updated locks and keys, I was given one of the original house keys (from the 1940's).  After an Omaha artist painted my grandparents' house, she matted and framed the key with the picture.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

I Made This!

Remember that doll pajama pattern from Monday's upside-down picture?  The PJ's are finished!  I didn't make the slippers or headband, but they match the purple pajamas perfectly.

Friday, March 1, 2013


L is for love.  Rosie loves Julia, and she also knows that Julia isn't feeling well, so she tried passing on some good kitty vibes during nap-time this afternoon.

Thursday, February 28, 2013


This is the second year we have traded Girl Scout cookies with a friend in Texas.  Why?  Texas Girl Scout troops use a different baker/distributor than we do here, in Maryland, and therefore have different cookies.

This year we traded two boxes of "our" Savannah Smiles for a box each of "their" Mango Cremes and Thanks-A-Lot.  The girls were so excited to get that box from Texas tonight!

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

On My Bedside Table

My nightstand is really quite simple:  a lamp and my Kindle.  I promise I didn't clean up for today's picture...this is what is always on my bedside table.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013


Evelyn was playing with Rosie after school today.  She asked me to wrap up the cat like a baby.  I did, and Rosie didn't mind a bit.  What a tolerant little furball!