farm girl

morning song

Isabel and I enjoy our breakfast together while Cael sleeps in. Away from raised eyebrows and sideways glances we can use as much ketchup as we want on our scrambled eggs and as much butter as we like on our toast. Mother and daughter have bonded over condiments.

Isabel has taken to this whole talking thing with great gusto. She is so thrilled with herself and so delighted to communicate that often her sentences sound peppered with exclamation points. “More! Toast! Pleeeease!!!” and “More! Ka-cup! Big! Ka-cup! Please!!”