toats my goats

this is claire quietly crying out for help.
it's true, i haven't fed her since sunday. but it's because on monday, she ate an entire loaf of bread. tuesday, she ate half a box of pecan sandies. there is nothing left to eat unless between now and meal time tonight, she develops a taste for candles, upholstery or wood.

i'm not sure what she's carb loading for, but this emotional eating has got to stop.

may showers

i had a baby shower in may, thrown by women in my life who i look up to, aspire to be like, who i am lucky enough to count as friends and maternal figures in my life. it was really gorgeous, fun and delicious!

three of the six hosts, melinda, betty and mary lacy

margaret, me (wearing what jse has since termed the "hawaiian mennonite dress"), kristine
lesley, dawn, joanna, kristi
nancy, blaire and a room full of friends

mr mom

...it could be worse...

evan almighty

opening ceremony

from guns to hotdogs

it took me...a while...to figure out how to use one of these baby bjorns, here is the first test run with my original baby.

middle name: danger

when you look at the above photo, do you feel that it's:

a: disturbing
b: classy
c: funny
d: comforting
e: progressive, timely

mr wendal

this was me last summer, i was in maine with marcy, jeremy and a couple of his friends. it seemed like a different lifetime, i guess it was. part of me wishes i was there again, that i was skinny, that i was wearing pants that button, that i was thinking of what could possibly happen in the future. i am, of course, so excited for the very quickly approaching future, but that was a good summer and a good trip.