Thanks to Lizzie, I found out about this lovely girl today in the video above. I like her. I really like the hat. I need one exactly like that. How many pregnant mothers hope for a little girl not for the princesses, ruffles, tea parties, dolls, but for the climbing trees, digging in the dirt, throwing a ball? I know a mother can do such things with her child no matter the gender…but I...
She read me a story...
…from the wine list. Miss Minty
my husband is hot
Not a classy blog title. I aim to be straightforward in blogland, though. It would be grossly inaccurate to say “this-post-is-about-how-cute-my-husband-can-be-sometimes.” This sentiment is not correlated to a spike in happy pregnancy hormones. I constantly notice really great angles of his face, or the way a curl falls, or the way the light reflects off his eyes. He’s...
frustration ... but it will abate
As if being painfully aware of my recent inadequacy to be a decent human being weren’t quite enough…I changed my blog appearance for cleaner/neater change of pace and wound up unpublishing all my past comments. How annoying. This re-posted picture is of me and my old bike en route to the Orange County Library in Orlando. Is it even fair to say that I miss Florida? Below-freezing...
See you soon, Philadelphia
It’ll be a whirlwind 48 hours or so, but I’m coming home next weekend…..briefly. I plan on visiting Italian Market and stocking up on all my favorites that are too expensive in Canada…vanilla beans, quinoa, loose tea….cannoli? Naturally we will also bring back some Aprihop so I can stare at it longingly in person. *grumble* With brotherly love, Miss Minty