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This morning, after making Henry's lunch and snack, getting breakfast on the table, and rushing the young man to the bus stop in time to catch the bus, I came home and made a double batch of my Grandmother's famous baked beans to bring to Dave's department's holiday party. Actually, this recipe is so good, I really need to capitalize that last bit to give it the proper dignity so: I made my Grandmother's Famous Baked Beans. After a quick shower, I headed out the door to a fellow Kindergartener's mom's house where, along with four or five other moms, we assembled 22 gingerbread houses over the course of an hour and a half, which the kids will be decorating on Friday. Henry's not the only one going through Kindergarten-related Rites of Passage. Right now I'm glad I don't have to transport the houses to the school because that's going to be one nerve-wracking drive. As soon as I came home, Dave and I gathered up Holly, the beans (sorry, The Beans), and rice krispie treats that Dave made while I was gone and headed for the luncheon. It was fun and low-key, as it is every year. Holly and I came home full and happy and played for a while before I put her down for a nap. Right now, I'm tired and my eyes are droopy. The sun shone in through the windows just before I sat down to write out this post and it really highlighted what a state of disarray the house is in, not to mention how desperately I need to vacuum, but I'm choosing to ignore it, for a little longer anyway.

I don't know if it's because of the spread that was proffered at the holiday party, but I sort of want appetizers for dinner tonight. I wonder if Dave would go for that...

Edited to add: It's official. I've eaten too many Beans. Take that however you'd like.