Tales of Me and the Husband

happy labor day weekend!

this picture was taken a mere few minutes ago when i rolled out of bed at the ripe hour of… 8:30 am.  thank you to steve who scooped parker out of bed at 6:30 while i continued sleeping.  i had friends over last night and was up till midnight which, for me, might as well have been an all-nighter these days.
this weekend i have two photography shoots scheduled, and have been updating my facebook, ig (this one is a bit slower–ig needs to realize just how lazy its users are and having an easy switch over from one account to the other.  or at least, how lazy i am), and website.  that was not one, not two, but three plugs for myself, so self-promotion hour is officially over, i promise.  
i think steve and i might also go on a date!  our last was… i actually can’t remember!
i went to old navy yesterday, a few back to school things, a few returns, only to discover that they’re having a big labor day sale this weekend.  dumb.  but, there were a few things that i did not get that i was really into.  so, this weekend perhaps.  this sweater was one of them.  and william needs jeans in the worst way.  so, so tall.
i bought a new plant yesterday.  after a failed attempt at developing a relationship with a palm from ikea (everyone says they’re hardy and easy and this is my second failed attempt with a palm so you’re all lying through your teeth), i decided to say goodbye to her and go with a philodendron selloum.  there were beautiful big ones for $25 at the nursery i went to, so i named her, and brought her home.  i’m optimistic.  i think she is too.  and upon googling the care of them when i was home, i found this, and thought it was a good sign.  and how pretty do the cut branches look by themselves in a vase?  really pretty.  i answered my own question.
do you have any plans this weekend?  hope it’s a good one!

Back to school.

Back to school we go, in a few short days.  For Steve, Nathaniel, and Jordan, that day is actually today.  It sort of shocks me, because in a lot of ways, this feels like the summer that never was.  Like it should be closer to… oh, July 12th right now.  This last spring will be called The Spring of Open Houses, the early summer will forever be referred to as The Summer of the Move, and the last two weeks, at best, will be called the time of Get It All In While You Can.  (We still haven’t, though.)  We’ve been spoiled, having Steve for a couple months every summer, so this is just a little taste of what most American families deal with.  A short break, and then back to the daily grind.  It’s not for the faint of heart, I tell you what.  Kudos to you.
Parker and I will go back to daily life as we knew it before mid-June.  But, in a new town and a new home, of course.  Some of our old mainstays, and some new.  I will definitely get the crock pot out soon, as soon as the weather turns anyway.  I’ve already told two people, in just the last week, about bone broth.  What was the occasion for it?  It actually did fit into the conversation.  Is fall really so close?  The benefit to fall, aside from the obvious (apple cider and pulling out the winter beanies, of course) is the food.  I am such a better cook in the colder months.  My family would agree.  Sweet potato soup with black beans, chicken noodle soup, beef stew with big chunks of carrots and potatoes.  I lack motivation and energy and creativity in the summer.  
Steve and I are desperately hoping the transition to new schools goes well for William and Lindsey.  I think it will.  I’m optimistic.  But, it’ll be a change.  New people, a new place.  They’ve had late night after late night, and sleeping in in the mornings.  Sometimes they’re not trudging down the stairs, zombie-like, until 10:00 or later.  I’m starting to call them to bed closer to 10:30 now so it doesn’t feel like such a shock to the system in a few days when they’re needing to sleep by 10 and get out the door at 7 am.  The lazy days of summer, when we’ve had them anyway, will be missed.  The meandering coffee hour where it’s just Steve, myself, Parker and his cars, and mostly quiet, rest in peace.  The frenzied search for the right shirt, the slapping of peanut butter and jelly on some bread, and the exodus of kids from front doors everywhere are upon us.
My sister is sending her first to preschool this year.  She doesn’t want to talk about it, you can hear it catch in her voice as she quickly changes the subject.  I can empathize.  I remember sending William to school years ago, after he’d been homeschooled as long as I’d known him.  He was so worried, it was written all over his face.  I cried.  And Parker?  People ask me, like it’s so run-of-the-mill, “so, is he going to preschool this year?”  The look I return must be like they just kicked my puppy dog in the stomach.  “What?!  He was just born, like yesterday!”  I promise I don’t actually say that and I also promise that, if the time is right and the desire is there, he will go to school.  But right now, I am not ready, he is not ready, and I’m shocked that he has the “look” of a kid who could be ready.  Isn’t he a baby still?  Aren’t I still an absolute necessity in every waking moment of his life?  I will cry when the time comes.
Let’s not cut that umbilical cord just yet, ok?
How’s the back-to-school going in your neck of the woods?  How’s the weather?  How was your summer?  Did you savor it?  Did it rush by?  Are you excited for fall?  Are you making soups yet?  Is it still 100 degrees where you are?  Are you sending a child to school for the first time?  For the last?
{Backpack}

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taking stock / 03

Making: chicken caesar salad and corn on the cob for dinner, a few times recently
Drinking: Newman’s Lemonade mixed with seltzer
Reading: Real Simple magazine
Wanting: to go on a date with Steve–to have some appetizers and then see Magic in the Moonlight; it’ll happen.
Watching: Masters of Sex–really good, you?
Eating: steak tips.  Good steak tips are soooooo good.
Smelling: this lotion that I use before bed
Wishing: there was a little more summer left.  Ours went too fast and was full of too much non-summer things (looking at you, moving!)
Enjoying: Taylor Swift’s new song, more than Lindsey is I think.
Loving: having Parker read The Very Hungry Caterpillar to me.  Not a whole lot cuter than him telling me, “The caterpillar has a bellyache!”  And then confusing butterfly with helicopter on the last page.
Hoping: that back-to-school goes well for William and Lindsey
Needing: some rug pads.  Yep.  Rug pads are on my “need” list.  Live it up.
Feeling: soooo much baby kicking and loving it
Wearing: these shorts a lot, maybe too much?
Following: the news, a little bit, and even that feels like too much.
Noticing: the cooler weather.  I’m both ready and not ready for fall.
Bookmarking: this outfit.  I just really like every single bit of it (third picture over).

savoring the rest of summer with another day on the lake.



friends of ours have a home on lake ossipee and were nice enough to invite our gang to spend the night.  they’re the type of friends who are perpetually feeding you and giving you drink so… we accepted their invitation without question.  (we accept invitations even if that’s not the case, however.)  they’re also so fun and we laugh a lot with them.  bonus.
we brought the most delicious steak tips and drank beer (them) and lemonade (me and the kids–party animals!) and ate appetizers and burgers and hot dogs and eggs and bacon the next morning while we watched the kids run around the beach and attempt fishing on the dock.  parker kept exclaiming, “i got one!  i got one!” actually satisfied with the red plastic one at the end of his which was adorable.  william caught at least three and lindsey got one.  it was really fun.  the weather was cool so it was never really swimming weather but who cares when you’re on a lake.  the kids swam, but i’m pretty sure they don’t have internal thermometers?  i’m forever chasing parker around with a sweatshirt while he tries to flee, happy to have constant chills and be with the big kids.  we also paddle-boated and went around on the pontoon and jet ski and… it was just really lovely.
the idea that summer is nearing its end is a little shocking.  steve goes back to school on wednesday, and the kids shortly thereafter.  where’d it all go?  we’re going to savor the rest of it, i tell you.  i’m going to eat a steady diet of cheeseburgers and watermelon from here on out.  

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the beach complete with captions.

these two, at each other’s throats much of the summer, get along well (uuuuusually) when 
we swoop them out of the house and force them to enjoy a common activity such as… 
boogie boarding.  thank the heavens for boogie boarding!!!
and for hole digging!! 

 a picture to mark the last day of my 23rd week of pregnancy.  vain!  
but somehow more acceptable when pregnant?
“um, excuse me?  did i agree to this?  is the tide coming in?”

 creating mini construction scenes on the beach… hours of fun.
“hey guys!  wait up!”

first day up on the boat.

we finally got up on the boat last week.  the forecast called for a clear sunny day though not super hot (which has been almost every day this august, what’s going on?).  it didn’t matter.  we were desperate.  steve goes back to school in about a week, as well as jordan and nathaniel (who was still in hong kong when we went up), and william and lindsey shortly thereafter.  we’re usually at the lake long before mid august but this summer, well, it just wasn’t in the cards.  so, as soon as we were able, we got up there asap.  even though blankets and sweatshirts were necessary at certain points (which i sort of love needing on the boat).  
we stopped in wolfeboro where i made the happy discovery that a spot right on the water sells annabelle’s ice cream.  how did i only just discover this?  i’m kind of an ice cream snob but annabelle’s hits the spot.  parker and i shared a waffle cone with vanilla chocolate chip.  it was delicious and looked enormous when he held it.  this was after he woke up, having taken an hour plus nap on me.  which was totally delightful except when my butt had completely lost all its sensation.  the sacrifices we make when there are sleeping children on us.
that above abstract is my 23-week belly in case it wasn’t clear.  anyway, the kids and steve all jumped in the water while i was a little too wussy this trip (i like to be really hot before i go in aka wussy).  next time.  and next time we also must get william and lindsey up on skis.  it’s my goal this summer, maybe more than it is theirs.  hopefully we get up there again soon.  no time to waste!
hope you guys are having good summers.  i can’t believe it’s already mid-august.  i probably say that every single mid-august though.

The Hundred, day by day, moment by moment: an essay that is very, very, long.

I’ve let it marinate a few days and even had a day up at the lake so now I think I’m ready to dive into all that was THE HUNDRED EVENT.  Again, unnecessary drama.  (Like the other day.)

And this is long, quite long, but as always I’m interspersing all the jokes so as not to bore you.

Leaving, for me anyway, was suuuuper emotional.  A little, “get ahold of yourself Bridget” as I wiped the tears from my face.  But, you know, I’ve learned to own it.  I’m the emotional mother type.  A homebody who also loves to travel, and I’m not making apologies for it anymore!  I cried!  Yes I did!  More than once!  I woke up at 2:30 am after going to sleep at 12:30 (no matter how many times I tell myself, “I’ll pack before the last minute” it never happens.  Ever.  Ever.  Ever.) to get on a bus to Boston by 3:15 am and then onto a 5:45 flight.  I managed to hold back the tears once at the bus stop and then had the happy discovery that Megan was up with pregnancy insomnia or nausea or something at 3 am while I was on the bus.  Her puking, my blessing.  We texted much of my way to Boston.
Lauren and Grace picked me up at the airport and meeting them was soooo great.  I’m sure you’ve read this ad nauseum and you’re like, “Girls, stop fawning over each other,” but it felt like old friends hanging out and not at all like we were seeing each other for the first time.  I guess that’s what reading one another’s blogs and a few thousand texts and emails sprinkled in will do.  Carrying on.
{Myself, Jenni, Megan}
Back at the ranch (hotel) we switched it into high gear pretty quickly and started setting up.  I was all, “I’ll just nap a little once I get there and before things begin.”  NO.  This blogger’s conference life is not for the faint of heart.  Or the weak.  I’m both.

I’m gonna give this one a “click to read more” option cause it be long.


Name tags and binders and number balloons (once you’ve got giant number balloons, you know you’re legitimate.  The mark of a true blogger’s conference!  And painted nails but I failed on the latter.) and introductions.  I sat at the registration table for awhile, saying hi to all of you lovely women (all of whom were really lovely and gracious and didn’t mind if I had to ask for their name a second time which I did have to do though it never fails to make me feel like a total shit head.).  Then, I left the table to stuff goodie bags (with fun stuff from Joules, Bungalow Magazine, Minnetonka, Minted to name a few).  A quick change in my hotel room where a gorgeous Love Ophelia robe was waiting for me and then the Friday night dinner would begin!  I considered donning the robe that evening but thought better of it–a snap decision before I headed out the door–and instead went with my Joules dress (three cheers for the dress just happening to fit my ever-changing body, thank you Joules!).  Gosh, and a huge thank you to Paige of Awake Photography who was our behind-the-scenes photographer nearly the entire weekend leaving us hands-free!  

Friday night was really nice.  The place looked really pretty and it was altogether strange and wonderful seeing all these women pour in who actually signed up for a conference you, along with three others (especially them and their hard work!) put together.  The night’s main agenda was Kendi of Kendi Everyday and I couldn’t mean this more but she is an incredibly sweet and lovely person.  I had the pleasure of sitting next to her and Bryan at dinner and they’re salt of the earth.  Her talk was so relatable and I found myself nodding through a lot of it.    
Her talk also inspired The Contemplative Hands, the Jazz Hands, and the Sure Why Not Hands!  
After dinner, I’m sure a lot of women enjoyed drinks in the Library Bar (whatever ladies, I saw the pictures) but not this gal.  I headed back to my room, into my robe, and to bed.  Not before first checking in on the home front and getting pictures of their day via text.  Kind women kept inquiring to how I felt and the answer was, “Good!  But tired!”  Having nothing to do with pregnancy and all to do with no sleep the night before and a semi-introvert being an extrovert for several hours straight.
Saturday morning was breakfast at Breadwinners.  Yum.  I had the strawberry waffle, eggs, and frozen latte.  And I sweat some because, woah, Texas in the summer is hot.  Straight on through the day.  I sunk into a sloooow lethargy with my waffle and was like, “I need to not wear pants in Texas.”  I changed back at the hotel.  I talked with Lauren, Grace, Sarah, Emily, and Amanda most of breakfast.  Amanda got the migas.  They looked really delicious and made me second-guess my waffle for a second until I had a bite.
Then, a talk with Curt Steinhorst, in part on distraction, in which he challenged us not to look at our phones for the duration of his talk and I failed miserably.  (In part because I was planning out the day and where I had to be and when and in part because… I had to text William at the homefront!)  Did you know there is software that actually SHUTS OFF YOUR INTERNET while you need to get work done?  Me neither.  (And after this talk, the kindest reader Allyson came over and introduced herself, and she was just totally charming.  And when I had to ask her name a second time, you can bet I really felt like a shit head!  But seriously, Allyson, thank you so much for introducing yourself.  You made my day.)
Then it was off to host a talk about building your business with Stacy Reeves who is a genius.  She knows so much and takes such gorgeous pictures.  At one point I threw my hands up and exclaimed, “I QUIT.”  Seriously.  I was furiously taking notes even though some would say I should already know such things?  Mind-blowing.  
Off to lunch!  (I’m having a difficult time recollecting the order of things because this day was crazy packed and because my brain is working at half-capacity.)  Hosted by the ladies of Twine Interiors.  Delicious salad, pizza, and a smores calzone.  I initially tried to be a lady and take like two pieces of pizza and then realized that was a huge mistake and I got up several more times for more pizza and more salad.  The key word in that sentence was more.  It was really good, okay?
Back at the ranch (that joke is just so good), I hosted a talk on social media and branding with Bungalow Mag, Pulp Designs, Casey Wiegand, and Lily Jade.  Those women are such smart women, many of whom also have families at home but are making it happen in the business world too.  It was pretty cool and I really enjoyed their perspective–often, different ones as they’re all in the social media world but doing entirely different things.  
{the ladies doing their thing; side note: Casey, gimme that necklace}
After that, I hosted Jenni’s photography session (Austin-based photographer, ya’ll!  And a darn good one too) where she, in one session (a feat of strength!), talked through shooting manual and lighting and ISO and all that good stuff and had a fabulous powerpoint to accompany it.  Thank you Jenni!  It was really good.
I jet out of there to run up a few floors to the presidential suite (like Pretty Woman, minus some of the scandal + Richard Gere) to pop some champagne for Kendi’s fashion styling session (which also had some Dilettante collection and dude, her culebra pant is awesome) and then back down the elevator to Casey’s prop styling session.  You’ve seen her Instagram right?  It’s a beautiful one.  My highlight: I showed my new friend Katie that you can access your camera from the lock screen of the iPhone.  She said it revolutionized her life and then I felt like I had the keys to the universe.  It took me .02 seconds to come back to reality.  Sweaty armpits will do that to a girl.
After that session, I chatted with the ever so sweet Casey for about five minutes (too brief, too brief) before we went our separate ways.  And then I went back up to the room and probably back into my robe for the brief moments I had before dinner.  Again, checking in on the home front where things were going swimmingly.  I had even prepared a chicken divan casserole for my people before I left because I’m a good woman and because I have control issues.
{Em getting in her grilled cheese order at Ruthie’s while also looking very boho-chic}
Next up!  Are you still with me?  Dinner at Peacock Alley hosted by Milieu.  This was in a cool side of town–is it the art district?  Dallas people?–and there were all these pretty white tables set up with champagne and white wine and a food truck (yes, they can go together) and Steel City Pops (blood orange!).  And a bunch of giveaways that I failed to enter, dammit, but where people won really cool things like Peacock Alley bedding and Milieu Magazine subscriptions.
Side note: I’m still thinking about the “Italian Hippy” (chicken, mozz, pesto, tomato) from Ruthie’s.  It was really, really, really good.  I need to replicate it soon.  Probably when I finish this post.  And, to those who didn’t attend, all this good food and drink was part of the cost of attending.  Put away your wallets.
{Sarah, Taylor, Joanna, and Katie}
I got to really sit and chat with people this night which was so welcome after the previous 24 hours of running around.  That was sort of the best part for me.  This night I mostly chatted with Grace, Blythe, Katie, and Katrina and those women are pretty friggin’ cool.  I would’ve enjoyed sitting and picking their brains on parenting for a good four hours or so.  So much wisdom (and some laughter too).  And if I’m leaving anyone off, my sincerest apologies and I mean that!
The next morning was the final morning of the Hundred and was brunch at the gorgeous Aldredge House.  It was the perfect send-off, in my humble opinion, because it was really beautiful, and a more leisurely time to hang out, talk, eat before everyone departed back to their homeland.  Look at this place!
Jenni of J. Noel Photography and Brittany of Birch and Brass (wedding in Texas?  Seriously check her rentals out!) were already hard at work setting up and photographing.  They did such a nice job.  The fabulous Shalyn arrived then to take head shots with Jenni and of the rest of the event.  
We ate a chilled avocado soup (it goes by a much fancier name that escapes me at the moment) and quiche and salad.  I love quiche.  It bears repeating: I love quiche.  We also had these incredible cakes by Cake Walk that weren’t just pretty but also delicious.  I ate someone else’s.  They’d vacated their seat, it was fair game.  Pistachio, confetti, or strawberry!  I had all but pistachio.  (FYI: I’m pretty sure they had vacated their seat for good, like back to the airport.)
After brunch, I talked with Nell, Dayna, Andrea and Meggan.  Then I sat with Sarah for awhile and talked for even longer.  Gems, all of ’em.  Everyone had, myself included, really relaxed by this point, I think.  It can be overwhelming–throwing oneself into a blogging conference.  Time and relationships helped, as did prosecco, I’m sure.   People asked if we were going to do this again to which we replied… maybe!  Oh!  And I’m forgetting about the giveaway which was so fun.  Meg-Made provided these gorgeous balloons full of confetti and with a number inside them.  Everyone popped their balloon and then, depending on their number, went in to the dining room to pick a gift.  And Natalie announced that everyone got to get a pair of Joules wellies too.  That was fun.
I didn’t fly back till Monday morning so Sunday after the brunch was spent in the robe (it’s becoming a theme) watching Megan eat the leftover cake with ice tongs and talking with Stephen.  Also in a robe.  Megan, not Stephen.  I actually have a picture but I’m not sure she’d appreciate my posting it.  Then we went out that night for Lauren’s 30th!  Happy birthday Lauren, you hustler you.
You ladies were all so great.  So great.  Whether or not I was able to have any sort of conversation with you at length or not, you were all wonderful, your presence was appreciated, and I hope to see you again.  I wish there’d been more time!  With all of you!  Thank you, from the bottom of my heart (getting sappy!), for coming to this event, our very first.  Thank you for being there while we figured this whole thing out, and for being patient with us if there were any snags.  Thank you for the kindness you showed, and for the laughter you brought.  Thank you for introducing yourselves and for forgiving me if I had to ask your name a second time.
And a special thanks to Stephen Graham and Tyler Knight for carting us around, carrying projectors from place to place, and generally making sure things were under control.  That’s Megan and Lauren’s husbands, respectively.
P.S. Thank you to the sweet Olivia for the chocolates too.  And Britt, I will take you up on that old fashioned in about a year.
Thank you to our official sponsors: Joules, Lily Jade, Minnetonka, Twine, Milieu, Peacock Alley, and Bungalow.  We couldn’t have done this without you.  No, really, we couldn’t have.  
Gifts, gifts, gifts!  Another special thank you to those listed for either donating a special piece for use during the event or donating a gift to be a part of our giveaway: Bloom2Bloom, Birch and Brass, Cake Walk, Meg-Made, Fancy Face, J. Noel Photography, Awake Photography, Love The Nelsons Photography, Little Dovie banners, White Plum, Lily Jade, Laura Ashley, The Giving Keys, Design Darling, Sonnet James, Shop Strands, Pame Designs, Susan Posnick, Artifact Uprising, Lulu & Georgia, West Elm, Blowfish Shoes, Minnetonka, Tech Armor, Maison Miru, Gigi NY, Heidi Klein, Boden, Modern Celebrations, Knotty Tots, Jennifer Anne Styles, Whole Parenting.
Okay, now I really am going to go replicate that grilled cheese.  Or find someone who can do it for me.  Yes, definitely the second one.  Steve?
Above photos: Paige, Jenni, my own camera and iPhone (the better ones are theirs, every time.).
Meanwhile, upon returning home…
Look who I found at the airport back in Boston?  Before I left, I told Steve to just pull up and I’d hop in the car, but ever the surpriser, (seriously, he loves to surprise and I mostly hate being surprised.  But this, this was a good one.) he parked and as I walked through the doors to baggage claim I saw Parker from afar waving furiously from Steve’s shoulders.  I cried.  A shoeless (Dad’s are good at most things) Parker hugged me and hugged me and separated himself only to look me like, “Is she real?”  
We’re pretty attached.
William and Lindsey were at friends’ houses, feeling a little less forlorn about my having left (teens!) but greeted me happily upon returning home.  And it was really nice to be home, with all my people and in my space.  I loved being gone, I loved being home.  Ah, the push and pull.     
This picture was just a reenactment once we’d already greeted each other for a good 15 minutes.  I did not wait for anything, even an Instagram!, to get my hands on that child.  I definitely greeted Steve too, don’t feel bad for the guy.
And I think I’m really finished.  Did you get this far?  You get one hundred dollars.

lately.

really delicious tacos we got out at a waterfront concert with friends – and from a food truck no less!  
digging on the jersey shore (we’re going way back here)…

family walk time.  william and lindsey aren’t yet too cool to go walking with us, which is really nice.  i hope it stays that way.
a pretty backyard dinner at my sister’s.  she knows how to throw a party.
out for our favorite pizza with steve’s mom and dad (early july!  before the move which feels like ages ago!)
i want this car.
he likes to accessorize.
and more pizza.  we like pizza.
william and lindsey ran a mile last week and it was SO MUCH FUN to stand at the finish and watch for them.  seriously.  brought me back.  i love running.  (i mean, in theory.)
parker and one of his oldest friends lux.
this fabulous ‘maman poule’ sweatshirt c/o emoi emoi is my favorite right now.

i feel like i’m trying to cover way too much ground with this lately post.  there’s just too much to share (that i haven’t shared) over the last month before our heads were out of the clouds so, i’m throwing it all into this here post.  bear with me.

today it’s pouring rain and has been since the moment i woke up.  which is actually kind of nice–keeps us all inside and cozy (lindsey’s making us tea right now!).  i’m going to read some stories to parker as soon as i’m done here and under a big blanket too.  i took william, lindsey, and parker to a movie today (his first!).  planes 2.  it was pretty cute and not too scary for the timid guy he is.  william and lindsey liked it too and were excited to go which is a double (triple?) bonus.  we shared a bucket of popcorn.  i cannot go to the theatre and not get popcorn.  literally.  a place where i actually mean literally when i say it.

i spoke of today and being cozy and it was until our friends’ ryan and caroline challenged us in the ALS ice bucket thing (i am pretty sure it happened because of this tweet yesterday–even though ryan and caroline aren’t on twitter.  this is suspect.).  never one to turn down a challenge (jk, i’m not that person at all), steve and i did it while william taped.  raining and 60 already, it was ideal to throw a bucket of ice water over your head.  being pregnant should automatically disqualify you from such things.  i kid.  it was fun.  have you done it?

we have been going for bike rides almost daily.  while i was in dallas, steve rode my bike a few times and was like “this bike is crap.  we need a new bike and a new seat for parker.”  you know why?  because it’s a cruiser and yes, it is old (i bought it with my own money in 8th grade.  i’m almost 30.  so, the rusty gal is old.  it was one of my proudest moments aside from the doc martens i bought myself in 6th grade.) and doesn’t have gears so it’s especially hard to bike up any inclines with parker on the back.  but yet!  i’ve been doing it a lot this summer and while pregnant so steve’s a fool and i am clearly the tougher of the two of us.  so with that said, he went out and got one of these (i’ve been wanting one since our vail bike ride and scouring craigslist for them) and i must say, i do love it.  it’s so, so fun and i envision packing it with picnic stuff and groceries and the list goes on.  i haven’t replaced my bike yet (he just replaced his of 24 years… we like our bikes vintage) so one of these days, i might retire the ‘ol cruiser.

what else?  oh, i started a facebook page for the blog.  was that necessary?  i don’t know.  i’ve always thought NO and that it’s JUST ONE MORE THING but i went and did it.  i heard a lot of people say they prefer it to twitter.  do you?  i’ll probably share things there from time to time that don’t make it here, so maybe it’s a nice little outlet (cause i reaaaaaaally need another one).  i don’t know.  we’ll see.  but if you’d be so kind as to like me there so that my self-esteem doesn’t plummet, i’d be grateful.

and that’s all for now.

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