Saturday day and Sunday morning, in pictures

Thoughts on Sunday morning, 6:17, after Maybelle and I have had decent nights of sleep.  She's at her iPad, using one of their programs to read through a book.  She can play with every part of the picture for each page of the story.  Pretty cute.  Currently, "Max is asleep."

I'm committed not to feel bad that this is one component of the morning:  I'm on my laptop, and Maybelle's on her iPad.  It's certainly pleasant for me.

Maybelle has demanded a (required, and now comfortable) pigtail as she begins eating:

Before.  Her hair on the right side is getting crusty already.
Allergies suck a monkey penis.

Functional hair.  Strong love with the pom pom.

I read Peanut, written by Ayun Halliday and illustrated by Paul Hoppe.  Graphic novel.  The book was great!  I loved it, and I suspect YA readers would, too (since it's aimed at them).

Great book and morning coffee.  Good times.

If you don't remember my previous book, I got the delightful interview with Ayun, and I feature some of her zine, East Village Inky, in several different places in my book. In fact, Ayun, you might think it's cool that your zine is one of the ones that shows up in the most popular intro to women's and gender studies textbook.

Yesterday Maybelle had a playdate (why do we call it a "playdate"?) at the house of a friend who has great kids up to play with Maybelle. They worked on the plans for their performance, led by a very talented friend.  I wish I had a photo!

Last night I felt that one of my pie-talents might have kicked back into gear.  I made a s'mores pie--I didn't have to make the crust, because it's a graham cracker crust, and why the hell would I want to make a pie that's not substantially than the store-bought graham cracker?

Graham crush, chocolate, and cooked
marshmallows.  This is a s'pores-em you
can get.

I don't like chocolate pies.  I just don't want them.  But I'm not going to eat a pie by myself, and what I like is making the pie, not eating it.  I took a bite, and it's fine, but it doesn't do much for me.  I think Brian and his kids will love it--and in a little while they get it.

My hair is changing.  Have a look:

Good morning, hair!  How much better would you look
if I ever washed it?

Curls!  Shapes!  My hair is beginning to reimagine itself!

That's it.  Heading into the day.  I don't know what to expect, but because I got a solid 8 hours of sleep, and because Maybelle got 11.  Good morning, day!