Aprons

The girls both wanted aprons for Christmas. I wear them occasionally, but we all follow ballerinafarms on Instagram and are obsessed with the girl who bakes sourdough and all things homemade. Here they are with their bread knives and Danish hooks. 
Christmas was cut short when Watson threw up in the living room after breakfast. Steph took him home and we kept Gus and finished without them. That darn bug has gone through the family now. Hoping it doesn’t go through ours!
Grateful for…this day. Our kids. Our grandkids. All our blessings. Good health.