Crock A Doodle

We were finally in the north of Calgary again today and so we went and picked up another of Eric's Fathers' Day gifts. I went with my prenatal class and painted pottery at Crock a Doodle. They all painted coffee mugs - which Eric would never find a use for - and I debated between either a piggy bank or a butter dish. We've been looking for a butter dish big enough to fit a put brick of butter for as long as I can remember. When I saw one there, I knew we just had to have it. It took me way too long to paint it, and it has none of Cecelia's foot prints or hand prints or anything like that, but I knew my husband would appreciate it. And he did.