Playing Dress-Up

My daughter is completely obsessed with my husband, and at 20 months old she is *extremely* persistent. So if he's trying to, say, build a car with our 8-year-old for the Cub Scout Pinewood Derby, I need to take her elsewhere in the house and distract her.

Last night the two of us went through things in my closet and tried on old dresses I haven't worn in ages. Guess what? Some of them fit, and all of them zipped. Sweeeeet. There's a sundress hanging in my closet that I last wore in the summer of 2000 right before Hubs and I moved in together. It fits, although it'll look better in a few pounds. (Daughter is a withering judge. "No," she said, glancing up as I oohed and aahed while zipping a dress. Can't wait to hear what she has to say when she can form sentences.) There are also three formal dresses that look pretty decent. Now I just need to find a formal event to wear them to...

Snow and freezing rain here today, so we're hanging around the house. Hubs is traveling again; I swear he's got some kind of sixth sense that allows him to plan trips around snow days. It's uncanny.

I'm making Tater Tot Hot Dish for dinner tonight. It's a fairly band-friendly, mushy dinner, but isn't remotely healthy, which is why I make it just once a year. The recipe is from a midwestern friend I worked with. She always wished someone would open a casserole-only restaurant in New York City. She swore it would be a hit, and based on Tater Tot Hot Dish, I think it would have been. (Stacy has since moved back to Wisconsin, but not before converting lots of New Yorkers to the wonders of hot dish.)

The picture at the top of the post is from my birthday last week. Please note I did not eat the entire dessert by myself. My sister was with me, and actually neither of us finished it. But I love the sombrero candle!