So. There will be two blogs today.

Mainly because the one I just posted was from yesterday. Somehow it took me all day to write that thing and then finish it this morning with like the last sentence.

Yesterday was a day of days.

My kids were so angry. Like the whole day.

So. If my blog seemed a little distracted and lacking substance, blame them.

Yeah, right. Because we all know, every other one of my blogs hold the secrets of the universe....

And it's not like I've really got a whole lot going on with this one...

Scarlett is potty trained.

Woot woot!

Could not be more thrilled about that! Believe me. And while we've only been "Trained" for a week, she does fantastic in public.

At home. She marks her territory every twenty minutes. But she's just going to have to figure that one out.

Thank God for Sham-Wows. And Resolve with Oxy-Clean..

Is that gross?

Man, I love my infomercials.

And man, I am loving this Saturday morning without dance. Sorry, Lindsay!! :)

Although I will never get away from that place all summer, it's nice to have a free Saturday morning.

Seriously, Stella goes twice a week all summer long. And Scarlett is going to be pissed when she realizes there is no class for her this entire three months.

Oh. My.

Anyways, so instead of a rushed breakfast and tornado out the door, we've taken our time this morning and just relaxed.

Ok. It's not a whole lot different than what we do every morning. But it feels better on a Saturday.

Other morning plans include, brushing the girls' hair and going out back to pick rhubarb.

Oh, yes, you read that right.

In fact, if anyone knows what rhubarb actually looks like and you feel like texting me a description that would be fantastic.

Because I have no idea.

I've just been told it grows on the back of our property and I fully intend on not only picking it but turning it somehow, I have no idea how yet, into a crisp.

Like. A Rhubarb Crisp.

Oh, my gosh. I'm such a country bumpkin.

Seriously. Do you know anyone else who takes morning walks back to their fields with a basket in hand, to pick rhubarb for that nights' dessert?

In their twenties?

Really, do you know anyone, because I could use some pointers on how to bake with this stuff I've never even seen raw before....

I'll have to convince the girls first to leave the safety of our house and brave the great outdoors. They are pretty terrified of the Jurassic Park size bugs we have out here.

Like, paralyzed with fear, kind of terrified.

But. I'm sure it will be worth it....

How hard can it be?

Right....?

But first things first, I'm definitely going to need to Google this whole process. Do I take scissors? Or pruning sheers? Or does it just rip off? How much do I need to make a decent crisp?

And the most important question of all..... What the H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks does it look like?