I’m calling my Easter eggs frittata eggs this year. Hallie isn’t wise enough to know these eggs should be boiled, dyed, and decorated. And I’m fine with that. They’re actually quite beautiful just as they are. Read more
Brunch potluck with the girls may be one of the best inventions yet. Sleep in until 9:30. Everyone’s in charge of bringing something. Fresh squeezed OJ. That’s what I call Saturday morning bliss. Read more
