May 12, 200835
The real BSM: Potato pompadour

It’s not really a pompadour, but I happen to like alliteration, so pompadour it is. J’s been sickly the last week or so–even though I’d thought we were finished with that snotty nose and fever business. Because he’s sickly, his appetite just isn’t where it should be, although his sense of play is slightly elevated. Consequently, any fun, sticky-yet-fluffy food that comes within his reach is destined to become fodder for the camera.
This is the highlight of my Mother’s Day. Happy BSM!





