reading. . .a parenting book. And I don't usually do that kind of thing.
watching. . .Bones. I dig it.
listening to. . .April showers, wind in the trees, and Hallie's made-up songs.
dreaming of. . .new dinnerware. Random, I know, but my dream kitchen is somewhere off in the distance and I must be prepared. Bright and cheerful place mats are on the brain as well.
anticipating. . .a summer spent at the beach. Which beach, I have no clue. It might be a sandbox in the backyard for all I know. Regardless, I will be there sporting a vintage swimsuit and a straw fedora and slathered in SPF 20. For the love of sunshine and freckles, it just has to happen.
loving. . .Jason Mraz's new album. It might be my new favorite. Then again when is the latest Mraz ditty not my favorite, right?
creating. . .a high-waist + pleated red skirt. Well, sort of. The pattern and fabric have been purchased. I'll start it and finish it someday. And when I do it will be cuuuuute.
appreciating. . .family time and happy moments and a three-year old who still takes naps every day.
learning. . .that sculpted abs and a perfect figure aren't normal, that recipes accompanied by a pretty picture aren't always "amazing" or "unbelievable" or "the best thing ever", and that some people just have ridiculous taste when it comes to home decor. I love you, Pinterest, but sometimes you're a real pain in the butt.