The New House (Selective) Tour!

We’re mostly unpacked in our new house, which mostly means that we have to look through every drawer and closet to find anything.  We’ve got a lot more space here than in our last place, which is great for Explorer Baby.  The first thing we did was set up her room, and thanks to the marvels of a well-fitted baby gate, she can play in there relatively unsupervised (at least until her attention span runs out).

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Outside our front door are several rose bushes that we’re not responsible for maintaining, which is an ideal situation for me.  I’m looking forward to getting some plants and exploring the potential of this much warmer growing zone, but I don’t think I’d ever achieve the level of success that these have reached.

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There are some quirky elements that we’re still getting used to in this house.  At this point, I’m just curious to see how long we can last without a microwave (the answer is probably closely related to how many times I forget to take meat out of the freezer early enough).  We’ve got an abundance of cabinets, though: so many places for Maddy to hide our stuff!

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The kitchen was clearly built in an era before tall appliances – our coffee maker doesn’t fit under the cabinets, and the idea of fitting the Kitchenaid mixer is laughable.

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The utility sink is, for me, a hallmark an “adult house,” and it might be sad how much I’m looking forward to hand-washing delicates in it.  The little space underneath is – you guessed it – another place for Maddy to hide stuff (picking up on the theme yet?).

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Our bed wasn’t worth moving across the country, but the result is that we’re temporarily camping out on our mattress on the floor.  On the bright side, though, it doesn’t creak, and I’m never worried about Maddy rolling off.

We have two spacious bathrooms…

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…with a large window right outside the shower.

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Nice lighting, poor privacy.  The view from the shower:

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Next up on the shopping list will be better curtains.

There are fans in every room, which is delightful for the babe of the house.  She’s started checking every time we go into a room; I’m pretty sure the word “fan” will be in her vocabulary any day.

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Speaking of Maddy, here she is in her favorite habitat: leaning on the coffee table.  Sitting is passe these days, and the coffee table is currently the last place anyone should set their coffee cup.

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{p,h,f,r} County Fair Edition

Yesterday was the opening day of the local fair, and since we can't pass up a good time, we headed over as a family after Johnny got home from work. Admission was $1, which meant that even if we had a baby meltdown in short order, we weren't losing much.

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I'm still not really used to the variety of produce that grows around here. The garden variety produce (literally) I can understand, but it's weird to go to the farmers' market and see homegrown grapes and avocados. So it follows that the produce competition at the fair was a little different from usual, including this beautiful variety of grape colors.

 
Bonus pretty: The best of the quilt competition. It was a pretty great selection!

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Maddy enjoyed the fair a lot more than we expected, especially since we were there close to (and then past) her bedtime. She's turning out to be a real extrovert, so anytime she gets to be around a lot of people (kids, in particular), she's very excited. She babbled at no one in particular, and then loved the parakeets in the Floriculture building.

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We didn't go too crazy with the fair food (mostly because it was a last-minute trip and we didn't have a chance to get more cash), but the splurge of the night was a cinnamon roll with cream cheese frosting and bacon. Yes, it totally looked like a baked potato. And yes, it was awesome. The stand was selling one for $6, or a value pack of 5 for $30. Super value.
 

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Just to keep us from having too much fun, we ended up with three very flat stroller tires. We discovered on our way back to the car that we had parked in a field full of sand burrs, and Johnny has his suspicions that they were to blame. I'm holding out hope that they're just mysteriously flat but not injured; wish me luck.

 

Linking up with Like Mother, Like Daughter for {Pretty, happy, funny, real}!

 

Friday Night in the Garden

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Last night, we met some friends at a local business with a genius idea: every Thursday and Friday, this garden center hosts food trucks and local music for a great night out among their plants.

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Statues of St. Francis and the Blessed Virgin chaperoned.

The music was great, the weather was perfect, and they even have a liquor license, so it was the complete package!

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Putting the “garden” in “beer garden”

There were tons of families and kids running around, and no one seemed overprotective of the potted plants and merchandise, which was refreshing (for the record, I didn’t see anyone abusing the privilege).

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There were at least ten food trucks parked around the perimeter, offering everything from bourbon pecan pie to wood-fired pizza.  I have a real weakness for both of those, but I stuck with the pizza, which was great.  Johnny’s mom is planning an event and needed a food truck recommendation, so Johnny sampled no fewer than nine tacos, for the sake of being thorough.

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They have events scheduled through the end of the year, so we’ll definitely be back!

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Maddy and Daddy, getting carded.

7 Quick Takes: California, you are crazy

Now that we’ve been in the Golden State for almost a month, I feel qualified to offer some observations. California, please take these in the spirit in which they are intended; namely, that of bewilderment and judgement.

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I feel that I was led here under false pretenses. No one ever told me about that the human population was so greatly outnumbered by the spiders (black widows, to be precise). The first time I saw one, on the screen of our bedroom window, I was the only one even remotely surprised or concerned. Suffice it to say, I wasn’t comforted to hear, “Oh, it’s just a little one.”

Luckily, my Minnesota-born family was more understanding via group text:

The second one was on the INSIDE of the screen door, and again, I was the only one who cared. By the time the third one showed up, a few days ago, I dared to get close enough to spray it with a bottle of Raid. Turns out, it was dead long before I got to it.


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The other day, I took Maddy outside to take her seven month photos. Within 20 seconds (no kidding), I saw 5 lizards (again, no kidding). I’m sure they were entirely harmless, but it didn’t seem like the best time or place to set my baby on the ground, so we scratched that plan. At this rate, I’m pretty much expecting that I’ve been lied to about the scarcity of snakes and earthquakes, too.



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It is, unsurprisingly, hot. I realized within a few days of getting here that my single pair of shorts was not going to carry me through till whenever the temperature drops. I went to the mall thinking that surely, shorts would still be a hot commodity (or at least available). As it turns out, no. It took me four trips to find a pair (on steep clearance, at the bottom of the rack). Meanwhile, there were crowds of people flocking to the puffer vests and leggings.

PEOPLE! Fall is not going to be a thing here until at least February!


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It rained earlier this week, and like a total dork, I stood outside in the rain (and brought my baby with me for good measure, so she doesn’t forget what water is).

 

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To be a good sport, I should also mention some good points about this strange state. First: the Mexican food is fantastic. Even the cheapest (okay, second cheapest) grocery store taco counter is better than any Mexican restaurant anywhere else I’ve lived.

Watch it, kid. We'll learn about sharing *tomorrow*.

 

 

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The scenery certainly hasn’t gotten old yet. This place was made for Instagram filters.

 

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One more…one more… Oh! Midnight EST, when blog linkups go live, is only 9:00 here, meaning I stand a chance of making it on the list above #100! With that said…

I’m linking up with Kelly and everyone who’s anyone!

 

 

The Desert, Bulls, and Mos Eisley

Okay, to recap: We left home on three days’ notice with a car full of stuff and a need to get across the country in pretty good time.

Tuesday: We made it through the rest of Missouri and much of Oklahoma, and did our now-customary mall walkthrough to put Maddy to sleep in OKC. We went a little past the city before stopping for the night, a little earlier than planned. In retrospect, I had the very mildest end of a stomach bug that was working its way through our Indiana friends. At the time, though, I just felt a little off and did. not. want to drive anymore, so we stopped.

The next day, I didn’t eat anything all day but thought it was just road-weariness. We stopped at the Top of Texas Catholic Superstore (which was really just a nice bookstore right off the freeway), and then I slept my way through the rest of Texas and a fair bit of New Mexico.

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Maddy has no filter between brain and face. God love her.

The highlight of our trip – or at least the story we keep retelling – came at an exit in New Mexico. Far from any real civilization, Maddy made it know that she wanted to stop, so we took the next exit that promised gas. Picture the dustiest, hottest, most desolate place you can imagine. That’s where we were. We pulled up to the only building for miles, and our dialogue went something like this:

Me: Well, the sign said “gas,” but I don’t see any pumps…

Johnny: Is that it? No; those haven’t been used for years.

Me (reading the sign): The 203 Club? This isn’t a gas station.

Johnny: What on earth is their logo?

Me: Umm, I think it’s a naked woman. YEP, that’s a butt.

It was only as we had pulled away from this house of ill repute that Johnny said, “Hey, did you see the bull they had outside?” Yes, for whatever reason, there was a live bull in a pen. One of the great regrets of my life will be not capturing a photo of it.

We (by which I mean, Johnny) had dinner in Gallup, and then we made it all the way to lovely (no, really) Holbrook, Arizona for our last night on the road.

Waking up in the mountains with a field of wildflowers outside our room. Not bad.

 

Our last day involved a steep descent from 7400 feet down to 34 feet, which made for a some fun driving. Up where we started, there were pine trees, meadows, and medians full of some yellow flower. It was incredibly pretty. Then we wound down through this:

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We drove past the signs for the Grand Canyon and very briefly entertained the idea of making a side trip, but ultimately decided not to. Next time. And then, with a glimpse of the Colorado River and a perfunctory “Welcome to California” sign, we were in for hours and hours of this:

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I have to say, the Mojave Desert was stunning in how much nothing there is. It seriously feels like it goes on forever. So much nothing. Next time you think of California as populous, consider that after entering the state, you have to drive four hours before coming to a town of any size. It’s awe-inspiringly desolate.

Under “Things I Wish I Had Photographed” comes the tale of a street sweeper we saw brushing down the shoulder in the absolute middle of nowhere. I like to imagine that some lazy bum begged his DOT Commissioner father-in-law for a job, and was assigned to the Herculean Labor of sweeping up the desert.

Eventually, we came back to civilization, a term that I use more loosely now. Johnny is convinced that George Lucas used the city of Barstow as his inspiration for Mos Eisley, and I have to say, it’s hard to disagree with him.

One of these has an In-N-Out and a community college. The other is in California.

A little later, we drove past a real Spaceport (which looks really fun, except for being hours from anything). We drove through one last stretch of mountains, these littered with thousands of half-working windmills, and then made a steep descent in the valley, and suddenly everything was green and there were produce stands everywhere. Five days and 3200 miles later, Johnny was back to the one place on earth where he doesn’t need a map to get around, and life was very good.

(…until 4 hours after we got home, when he succumbed to the Stomach Bug with a Vengeance and got violently sick. But at least his mom was there to take care of him.)

 

 

 

That time we kinda moved across the country with three days’ notice

Okay, so…once upon a time…no, that'll take too long.

In a nutshell: Johnny had long had a dream – solidified by ten long winters – of moving home to California, but it was always in the category of “Maybe…someday…when we're ready.” Then, he got a call from a friend who works for a statewide non-profit, wondering if he wanted to come out and work there on a temporary-but-hopefully-permanent-basis. It was basically his dream job, working with someone he already knew he liked, and in his beloved homeland. The catch: he found out about it on a Wednesday, and would need to start the Monday after next (so, ten days' notice). Throw in a cross-country drive with a baby, and we realized that we would need to leave Saturday morning. Commence crazy packing, a massive to-do list, some phone calls to arrange things, last-minute shots for the baby, and quick last-minute goodbyes (and a little drinking).

The name seemed fitting, somehow.

Three days later, the oil was changed, the car was packed, and we were as ready as we were going to be. Our favorite doughnut shop opens at 3AM, so we figured we'd just leave whenever Maddy woke up anytime after that (PRIORITIES, okay?).

Doughnuts in hand and cauldron of coffee in cup holder, it was Next Stop, South Bend! Maddy was a super traveller, and we didn't have to make a major stop until lunchtime in Buffalo (where we tired her out by window-shopping our way around a nice mall. Looking good, Anthro.). All things considered, we made it to South Bend in very good time – about 17 hours for what is, on paper, a 12-hour drive. Johnny made it through the last few hours by dreaming of making it there in time to order takeout from the world's best Chinese restaurant. We made it with 20 minutes to spare, and it was just as good as we had remembered.

Sunday was our day to relax and hang out with friends, some of whom we hadn't seen since our wedding. We went to Mass at the church where we got married, then to brunch, and then walked around campus. It was a beautiful day, so Maddy got to see all the sights (and her parents got to grumble about all the things that had changed).

Christmas card spoiler alert.

Well, guess it's a tradition now.

We hosted dinner that night and had a grand old time catching up with friends (and catching viruses…but that will come later). Monday morning, we took a last little tour of campus (complete with the obligatory guard who refused to let us park on campus, even with a sleeping baby and promises of just a quick stop). Then we were on our way, past Chicago and on to Route 66.

 
Coming up next: We journey into places never before seen (by me, anyway). Things get weird.

 

2014 in Photos

2014Well, it’s been a heck of a year, that 2014.  Overall, pretty great (except for the 6 weeks this summer that were a complete blur of exhaustion and nausea, but well, it’s even hard to complain about that).  It was hard to narrow the year down to one photo a month, but here’s my best attempt.  I’ll spare you the belly shot slideshow (I know, disappointing, but it’ll make it’s way up someday).

January

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Back when winter was still pretty.

February

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Snow day?
If you insist, but we’re really getting tired of this winter thing.

March

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NYC!
Johnny was ready to move there; I’m just glad it’s close enough for a weekend trip.

April

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Happy 25 to me!
Next year, skip the cake.

May

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We spent our first anniversary in Boston.
Photo credit: stranger in the restaurant who was baffled by my camera
Awkward hand placement: all me.

June

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Oh, hey there!

July

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I came through on the other side of morning sickness in time to make it to vacation weekends in Montreal and Maine.

August

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Back to Minnesota to photograph a wedding!

September

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Hey, baby! This picture is getting old; we’re anxious to see you again!

October

Cheating with two here:

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I fulfilled a lifelong need to learn how to swim, and actually enjoyed it!

November

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Happy Thanksgiving!

December

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Guess whose stocking was fullest. Yep, the nameless one. Thanks for your excitement, family members!

So, that’s the quick year in review.  2015 will, I predict, be the year of baby photos and other “little” changes.

Check out other people’s photos at House Unseen!

There and back (part 2)

…Continued

Because one weekend away just wasn’t enough, we decided to do it two weekends in a row and met up with some of Johnny’s family for the ND-Navy game in DC.  We were both pretty excited, because DC is a favorite destination for both of us.  I’m not much of a city girl in general, but there’s something about Washington that I really like (probably the Metro system).

As we usually do, we left on Friday after work.  This time, though, we were travelling on Halloween, which meant that we didn’t encounter any traffic at all.  We had been planning to stop on the way and get a cheap hotel room, but by the time we were breezing through NYC with no traffic in sight, we decided to just go all the way in one shot.  Johnny called the hotel to extend our reservation while I made my umpteenth (or really, third) bathroom stop at a gas station in New Jersey.  I couldn’t tell whether the other patrons were dressed up creepily for Halloween or just wearing their normal attire, so we got out of there quickly.

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Johnny did *all* the driving on these trips.

We got in at about 1am, and slept very soundly until he wanted to wake up for Mass in the morning.  It was All Saints Day, and there are no transferred Holy Days of Obligation in this family.  We went to Saint Mary’s for Tridentine Mass, which was exactly the way he likes it: starting on time, quick, and with a great homily.  Johnny used to go there when he interned for a summer in DC, and I had been there for Mass a couple of years ago after the March for Life (photos here).  We met a friend at Mass, and afterwards walked a couple blocks to the same pub that I had been to last time I was in the area (also mentioned here).

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Googly eyes on a drone. I love the Metro.

The game wasn’t until 8:00, so we spent the afternoon walking around the city, getting lunch (oh, green chili grits, I’ve been dreaming about you since), and checking out the mini-bookstore that Notre Dame had set up in a downtown hotel’s conference room.  Unsurprisingly, the setting was right in keeping with the cost of the sweatshirts.

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Nowhere else but Notre Dame (even on the road).

We decided to drive to the game rather than take the Metro, which was a great idea until we got there, and there were zero signs for parking but lots of “attendants” yelling angrily at people for being in the wrong lane.  Don’t worry, though – it wasn’t stressful at all.  By the time we made it to the stadium, it was about 35 and windy (though calmer inside the bowl).  We had dressed for 50 and rainy, which I quickly discovered is a whole different ballgame.  I was quite jealous of the people next to me, who were curled up under large blankets.

The entire student body of the Naval Academy was there, and their pre-game formation was quite the sight.

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Our seats were great, even if the game itself was a little frustrating.  At one point, Johnny’s dad went out for snacks and was gone for quite a while.  When he came back, he was wearing one of the foam battleship hats that the Navy Midshipmen all had.  Apparently he found a kid who was willing to give it up for $20, so he was now equipped to cheer for whoever was ahead (and given that he did serve in the Navy, we couldn’t blame him).

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I’m practically a marathoner.

By the time we got back to the hotel, it was pretty late, but I still thought I felt disproportionately tired.  Sometimes I underestimate the whole pregnancy thing.  Then I checked my pedometer and realized that no, I would have been tired and blistered no matter what.

The next morning we got an extra hour of sleep, thanks to Daylight Savings Time, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so grateful.  We went back to Saint Mary’s for 9:00 Mass, which was lovely.  Bonus: Pat Buchanan and his wife were sitting just across the aisle from us (cue fangirling from Johnny)!

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This weekend was the first time I had been there during the day. The windows are really stunning.

Unfortunately, the time change meant that by the time Mass was over, it felt like 11:30, which meant that I was at least 2 meals behind for the day.  I’ve never been so grateful for post-Mass coffee and doughnuts.  The community down in that basement was great, too – this Mass had the highest number of babies per capita that I’ve seen in a while (maybe ever).  We’re happy with our parish back home, but seeing this made me really miss having a more active social life within the parish.

Lunch happened at The Italian Store, and involved sandwiches that were giant and so messy as to defy photography.  Trust me, they were good.  They stocked all sorts of authentic Italian products that were really fun to see.

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Christmas is coming – so many varieties of panetonne!

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Shaving cream made for Italian faces. I spy a stocking stuffer.

After lunch, it was very definitely time to hit the road, so we said our goodbyes, and set out through so very many states.  The Traffic Fairies smiled on us again, and the hardest part of the drive (for Johnny, anyway) was having to listen to the 49ers lose in heartbreaking fashion on ESPN Radio.

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As always, though, the company was good.  We still haven’t run out of things to talk about, although it’s possible that we’ve just been rehashing the same subjects for seven years.  One thing was new, though: for the final push through the tri-state area, we stopped at the Vince Lombardi Rest Area and got Cinnabon.  I had never gotten further than jealously sniffing it in various airports, so this was quite a treat (and definitely not something to undertake alone).  Then it was home again, home again, to unpack and unwind.

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There and back…and further and back

Whew – our October of roadtripping is done.  The one of the nice things about living on the east coast is the impressive statistics you can boast with relatively little effort.  For instance, in two weekends of travelling, we crossed state borders 22 times.  On Sunday, we drove through 8 different states in 7 hours (thanks for the freebie, Delaware).Capture

 

There are two different trips combined on that map above – first to Philadelphia and home, then down to Arlington and back.  Despite the Google Maps app’s insistence trying to get us lost, we only missed one turn, and now we even have a decent idea of the best way to get through NYC.  Now, a quick recap:

Our first trip was down to Philly to visit Mary Liz and her family, who were in town for a conference.  We were lucky enough to stay with the incredibly hospitable parents of a college acquaintance.  They were the kind of hosts who pulled out loooooong-unused toys for the kids and baked a cheesecake one night and cookies the next.

We started our Saturday with a trip to the Reading Terminal Market, where Johnny was in food heaven.

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After that, we went to Ikea (I know, so exciting and exotic).  But hey, I had a list, an empty car, and no one else had any better ideas.  My strategy for keeping Mary Liz’s Peep entertained also turned it into an efficient trip: I told him to find one arrow on the floor, stand on it, and then go find the next one.  Armed with his sheepskin duster, he kept us moving pretty quickly, and then we got to the really fun part, where he and Johnny got to run down the very long aisles in the warehouse.  Yes, Peep, it is a great store.

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It was a beautiful day outside, so after our fill of Swedish vowels and cheap ice cream, we headed over to Valley Forge.  Both of the kids fell asleep on the drive over, but Johnny and I walked around a little and enjoyed the weather and the view.

 

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Adding this to the album of photos of Johnny locked out of historic cabins.

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They don’t call it the Golden Hour for nothing.

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Okay, some of it was just observed from the car. It was almost dinnertime.

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Oh hey, it’s…that guy.

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24 week baby

The next day included a Mass at Holy Trinity Church, which was really lovely.  A Palestrina Mass setting written for the day?  Yes please.

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I have to admit, this was my least favorite part of the church. It looked unfinished to me (and maybe it is).

 

Mass was a little later in the day and a little longer than we were expecting, so we were all ready for lunch by the time it was over.  We headed back to the Reading Market, because Johnny still had “at least 11 or 12” things he wanted to eat there.  One cheesesteak (for him) and giant burrito (also mostly for him) later, we had to leave, so we bid farewell to our friends and hit the road.

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IMG_0106 Saying goodbye is hard to do.

Google Maps decided to “save” us from the George Washington Bridge, by taking us on a very scenic tour of the Meadowlands.  I don’t recommend it as a destination.

Then we were home until our next set of adventures, which will get their own post.

Playing Catch-up

Oh hey there, 4 month blog break.  It certainly hasn’t been for lack of content, but we’ve been in a 4-month survival period from which we’re slowly emerging.  We took an un-blogged-about trip to Rochester NY for a wedding, where we found out about this little interloper:

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13 weeks

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And thus began the Lost Summer of going to work, coming home, melting into the couch, and never doing the dishes (Johnny does it, but I’m only just getting back into the groove of sometimes cooking dinner, eating it, and cleaning up after).  At this point, Baby Trailmix is kicking like a champ, Daddy is keeping house like it’s his job, and Mama is delighted to be at the point where chocolate sounds good again.

We did manage to do some fun things this summer, including trips to Montreal, Maine, Boston, and Minnesota, and photos from those trips may just get posted at some point.  In the meantime, I’ve got some other posts brewing –  a few killer recipes we’ve made, and a story about how our recent trip to Pottery Barn turned into an unexpected ordeal.  I’ve also been Instagramming more often than blogging, so hop over there if you want more frequent little snapshots.

Finally, at Mom’s request, a photo of what I wore Sunday, complete with 22 week baby.  I promise I’ve been taking other photos as we go along, but we’re really only getting to the noteworthy bump now.  Yesterday marked the first time a relative stranger (our parish’s pro-life coordinator, in this case, so I guess it’s okay) asked if I was pregnant.

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Sweater: Lands End, pretty old and holding up like a champ

Tank: Old Navy (non-maternity, just two sizes up)

Skirt: Made by me! (fabric from our local huge fabric store, pattern here) This project also deserves its own post.  Time to start working through that drafts folder…

Shoes: Clark’s, found cheap on Amazon.  Counting on these to carry my balance-challenged self through the icy winter.