A lot of cute goes down in my living room. Especially on Saturday mornings. Well, Saturdays in general. This particular Saturday was just chock full of cute. So much so that it may take several days to blog about it. I could put all of the cute into one blog post, but that would lead to an overdose of the cute, and we can’t have that.
First up on the cute-o-meter (which did not happen in the living room coincidentally) was the makin’ of pie. Not pizza, pie. Got it? Pie.