Riot and Frolic

I'm still alive, Auntie! It's been forever and a day (okay, a week) since I last wrote a post. I know you've been waiting on the edge of your seats for the latest and greatest news from the Brattiest.

After my last note to y'all, the G, ladies, and I drove out to The Cleve for a dance competition.  Or to pick up a stand-up bass.  Or to go to the playground.  Depends on who you ask.   

I didn't think I was stressed out about being back on the dance floor (or worse, back in a dance dress), but my total lack of productivity for seven days might speak otherwise.  We won't discuss how the competition went at this time.  Because it's not Friday.  Not because I don't have a good perspective on it yet.  Goodness no!

To catch you up, we drove 13 hours to Cleveland and back and I'm convinved my children are angels.  We picked up a stand-up bass amidst a mini-Bratt-kids-reunion at my awesome auntie-in-law-in-law's house and danced in a ballroom competition and didn't fall down (sometimes that's all you can ask).  

Mae Cake knows how to say "no," and does with gusto.  V got a haircut that I'm jealous of- a little 20s-looking bob with bangs.  ZooZoo is a smiley little Muppet Baby.

I'm working on two interesting posts about bread.  Does it make me lame that I find bread interesting?  

The Pinterest Project will return next week.  I really will regale you with the Tale of My Day tomorrow.  I also have a couple dance posts I'm dying to write up.  

But mostly, this post was to let all my die-hard readers (all five of you- kisses!) that I'm alive and well and that you won't have to live without me!