

And here I am with Aylin, Tina, and our other college friend, Jen.

I'm so happy I got to go! Congratulations, Aylin!!!


And here I am with Aylin, Tina, and our other college friend, Jen.

I'm so happy I got to go! Congratulations, Aylin!!!
I can't believe I'm flying to Connecticut tomorrow morning to see this gorgeous woman get married. Alone. Well, with my besty, Tina, but we're going without kids. Which means we can talk, sleep, read, veg, drink, whatever. I am so excited. But mostly I'm excited to see this other besty of mine, Aylin, get married. We've been through too much together for me not to be there, and luckily I was in a position to make it happen. Like I said, I am so excited!!! Even if it is just for a whirlwind 48 hours. I already know it will be a getaway to cherish for always.
There was a homemade lemonade stand.
There were seven, count them, seven pots of chili to judge instead of last year's measly three.
There were lots more people. So many in fact that we decided to hold it on our front lawn instead of our backyard to allow for better flow.
The jumpy tent was the same. But bigger kids meant bigger risk of injury. Ouch.
There was a centerpiece designed especially for this event.
And there was a fabulous trophy, shown here by Bubs in his big boy underpants . . .
. . . and raised triumphantly here by the winner, Betsy! Her secret? Well, there were lots, but the ones that stuck with me were the cup of chopped black olives and two cups of cheese she threw in at the end. It was some seriously delicious chili, and a very good time. Except for when a few poor souls' chili made an, ahem, second appearance as a result of a cinnamon challenge gone horribly wrong. I'll spare you those photos. Congrats to all!

My kitty cat, Charlie, and I go way back. Almost eleven years to be exact. Before kids. Before marriage. Before the dog. Before moving in together. Before hooking up. The H teases me about how much I used to spoil my cat, and how I used to freak out if he escaped from my apartment. Well, he was my baby and I waited twenty-five years for him. And those soft, white paws and pitchfork on his nose used to kill me. Not so much anymore. These days he's lucky if he gets a ten-second scratch behind the ears once or twice a week, and he freely roams our canyon with all manner of menacing wildlife. I just have nothing left to give, and no warts left to worry. Poor little guy. But rest assured he does get fed every morning. It just takes a little reminding.





While little brother (and Mom) tried to keep a stiff upper lip.





I especially love how that cover is saving my blog from G-rated hell.

My brother's girlfriend made this "Adam Touched Me" framed mirror for my mom. It's so great I kind of want one, even though Adam never touched me. At the very least I want to learn how to make them. Personalized mirrors for everyone!
I'm reading this book right now, and it's blowing my mind. Usually I run from parenting how-to books like the plague because this job is hard enough without someone who's never met you or your kids telling you that you're doing everything wrong. But what I'm finding out is even the best of parenting instincts can get seriously mucked up by conventional wisdom, and a lot of conventional wisdom regarding parenting is dead wrong. Such as:

Aren't they cute? And word is teachers love them because they collapse right into kids' backpacks at the end of the day. Happy back-to-school!