Events of the weekend

We've been busy baking cookies and building decks this weekend. The deck has been in the works for, oh, two or so years. We're great at starting projects, but finishing? Bah! That's for wimps!



The cookies are the moral opposite of the deck - we're going to a friend's house NEXT weekend to bake cookies, but butter cookies are such an q (sorry, A insisted I press the q there) endeavor, I thought maybe we should bake a bunch so we could just decorate them next weekend, and save the frusteration of the darned dough slipping all over the place while trying to roll it out.



(N insisted on putting on the facial flour for effect)

And then, this morning, N asked if she could go outside. I agreed, as long as she got dressed.

It's maybe 55 degrees out there. Downright balmy to youse Noreasters out there, but kinda chilly for us.

She put on a sundress, and asked if that was ok. Sure, if she wears shoes. So on go the sandals.

She quickly comes back in from the cold and decides that a jacket is in order.

Several seconds out in the wilds, she returns deciding she needs something to keep her legs warm. So, the snow pants go on.

Here she is, in sundress, jacket, snow pants, and SANDALS. It's quite the ensemble.



No, it wasn't an "all N weekend," I just haven't taken any non-naked-time pictures of the other girls. You know how it is.