Date Night

Last night Eric and I dropped Cordelia off with her grandparents so we could go on a little date. After dropping her off we headed out for a long and leisurely dinner. One thing that people don't tell parents to be is that meals become quickly gulped down events. We decided to take our sweet time eating and talking.

We went to an Italian restaurant and were quickly seated off in a low lit corner of the restaurant. The waiter must have known that we just wanted a little peace and quiet to enjoy each other.

I ordered my first glass of wine in over a year. Since Cordelia had a few bottles of her stockpiled milk I decided it was time to enjoy just a small glass of wine. When I received my glass I pretended to sniff the wine as though I knew what I was doing. You know how people smell wine and find hints of wood or notes of summer? I wondered aloud if anybody ever says that wine smells of fermented grapes?

We ordered our food and enjoyed some wonderful conversation.

Some couples say that it is difficult to talk about anything but the baby once parenthood is upon them, but Eric and I don't have that problem. Sure we talk about her, but it's the same as ever. Eric is endlessly fascinating and wonderful to talk with.

After dinner we ran a couple of errands and I was able to find some new pants. All of my pre-pregnancy pants are too big so it is well past time that I get it in gear. All in all it was an absolutely lovely evening. Nice to connect with Eric and so nice to get back to our little girl at thet end of the evening!
What did you do last night?

Vacation

This morning I asked Eric, "What should I blog about?" He suggested that I go back two years ago, and see what was happening. I took a look back on my blog post for this day two years ago and it looks as though not a whole lot was going on. I continued to search through our photo archives, wondering just what had happened in January of 2008. I realized that it has been just over two years since we took our Caribbean cruise with my entire family. Has it really been that long already? You can read those four monster blog posts here, here, here and here if you care to see what the trip was all about.

I can't believe how quickly time has passed. That was the last vacation Eric and I went on. Yikes, we need a vacation. We used all of our vacation time in 2009 to have a baby...which wasn't exactly a restful experience.When was the last time you went on vacation? Where did you go? Any baby friendly suggestions?

Bumblebee Finds her Jealousy

Bumblebee has been nothing short of an angel since we brought Cordelia into our home and upset the grand scheme of things (for Bumblebee). She is so sweet with Cordelia, always eager to greet her, sniff her and lick her head. I am a little appalled when she gets a lick in because then it means that Cordelia's sweet little head smells of Bumblebee drool. In case you were wondering Bumblebee drool=Stinky!

Bumblebee has made a clear distinction between her toys, in her toy bucket, and Cordelia's toys which we keep in a separate box. She has been perfectly well mannered until this past week. We have found her kryptonite.

Last Sunday my mom gave Cordelia several new toys. All of them very popular with the little lady, but one toy in particular has also attracted the jealous attention of Bumblebee.

The toy you see above looks unassuming enough. It has different patterns and textures to attract the baby gaze and entice chubby baby fingers. Cordelia loves to grab it and slobber all over it in baby bliss. What you cannot see in the photo is that the toy has a little squeaker inside of it. When I squeak the toy Cordelia will often coo with joy.

The first time I noticed that the squeaker had also drawn in Bumblebee. You see, Bumblebee has had several toys of her own which featured squeakers. She would tear into them until the squeaker was discovered and destroyed. She loves destroying squeaker toys. So, I squeaked the toy with a few short bursts which were quickly answered by the low, tormented, whines of Bumblebee who had been asleep in a chair on the other side of the room. I tried it again, more low moans and whining from the basset hound.

Uh oh I thought, this is going to be it, the toy that comes between them. Bumblebee lumbered over, whines and moans seeming to pain her. I couldn't stop squeaking the toy.She stood above it confused. I could see the wheels spinning...and spinning...and spinning. What should she do? She laid down in a huff of confusion and frustration.

I eventually left the room with Cordelia. I tossed the toy into Cordelia's box and thought no more of it. Until I returned and found Bumblebee with the toy by her side and a guilty look on her face. More, low moans and whines. Poor Bumblebee. She knew she shouldn't, but she felt compelled. She knew that they belonged together.

What is Weird?

For much of my life I have been known as the weird girl. At times I have hated this, particularly in junior high. Who knew it was weird to wear your father's 1970s farm clothes to school? Or that it was weird to hang out with your piano teacher and her cat? I would spend many hours wishing that people could see my inner charms, ha ha. Doesn't everyone do that in junior high?

Other times I reveled in it, particularly in high school. Who knew it was weird to wear your father's 1970s farm clothes to school!?! Or that it was weird to strap a lawn flamingo on your back pack!?! I loved being different and put a great deal of effort into it. I loved when the popular girls would secretly tell me that they loved my style or envied my sense of freedom. Which of course didn't exist, I was in high school for heaven's sake.

Any way that you slice it I have always felt just a bit different. As I have grown into an adult I have given it much less thought. I generally don't care what is or isn't weird. I think most people conclude that there is really no normal. I hadn't given it much thought, that is, until my uncle came for a visit a couple of weeks ago. He looked around the house, his eye pausing on our framed picture of Susan the Elder and passing over artwork and the things that make our home ours. He was kind, of course, but it was clear that he thinks I'm a bit odd. That's fine with me, but I began to wonder, once again, just what it is that makes me weird or not weird?

I asked Eric about it and he almost laughingly agreed that I am indeed weird. Well, who can say? Are you weird? What makes you weird?

PSI am happy to let my freak flag fly!

Take It To The Bank

I am wondering if the title to this blog intrigued my brother Ben, he works at a bank. Maybe it repelled him. I just don't know.

Here are a few fun facts that may or may not have anything to do with the photo. I think you can handle that.

This week Eric and I are going on a date! Wahooooo! I am excited. We are going to an Italian restaurant and then maybe to go and see a movie. Any movie recommendations?

We opened a bank account for Cordelia. Since we will be paying off our college education for the rest of our lives, we thought we might give her a head start. So, hopefully she won't have to face that student loan nightmare some day...although the way that schools raise tuition we may only be able to purchase a textbook.

I briefly mentioned that I am starting to make some friends in the area. I am so excited and thankful. It's been slow going here since most of the residents in this town are somewhat older (not a deal breaker) or much younger (usually a deal breaker, sorry). We think that there is some secret hiding place for people in our age group, but after months of searching we haven't found it. Regardless of that we have powered on and continue to move forward in our search for friends.

The roads are starting to de-ice, until the next storm, and I am thinking about my goal to become a runner. I have been researching a way to get started without overwhelming myself. Any additional tips would be welcome. I do see people out running in the snow and ice, how do that do that without biting it?

It's almost my mom's birthday. I don't want to get her jewelry. Any ideas? Mom, feel free to comment as well. I know you mentioned that you liked the photo from the other day, but I am still looking for more ideas.

What is new with you?

Rice Cereal: A Short Drama With a Happy Conclusion

Cordelia had her first taste of solid food yesterday evening. She's hit all of the necessary milestones and it was time to give it a try. So we set it up.

Her high chair along with her bowl of rice cereal, made super thin.


First there was joyful anticipation.

There were the low points. Where she just wanted to go back to a simpler time.

Followed by indifference.

Overall it was a success!

I am..

I am...

mercifully rested after a long stretch on very little sleep. Cordelia is so well rested that she is squealing and bouncing around in her bouncer.


enjoying these little Martha Stewart frames I put together for Cordelia's room...when she is no longer sleeping in our room.

wondering if Eric will feel compelled to read Ozzie Osbourne's autobiography. He was a little bit of a rocker when he was a young boy. Now he tries endlessly to educate me in the ways of rock music. He rejoices if I am able to recognize Ratt or Dio if they come on the radio. It's strange.

finishing Home by Julie Andrews. I love her.

planning to use my energy to clean house and start to feel like a real human again!

finally starting to make a few friends in our new town.


thankful for my mother. She gave me this card yesterday, after another rough night. Inside it reads, "It will get better I promise."

answering Robin's question we have two cameras. Our good one (named Charlemagne) is a Cannon Rebel xsi and our junky one (named Trixie) used for today's photos is just a Kodak point and shoot.

What is new with you?

Thankful

I am exhausted. Cordelia has been keeping me up, but it's OK. I am so filled with gratitude. She wakes up in the middle of the night and smiles at me and seems to be asking, "What now?" Sure I am beyond tired with this new phase, but mostly I just look down at this beautiful little girl and think about how blessed I am. I get to be the one who is tired for her. I am the one who catches those midnight smiles.

I know that some of you are going through the same thing as I am right now and I think of you, my friends, out there somewhere with babes of your own, having your own moments in the middle of the night. I am overwhelmed and humbled to be a part of something so much bigger than I. I feel it like a current beneath my skin, saying, "always always always be thankful."



PS Totally off subject but, does anybody have a photo storing recommendation? I've been using photo bucket, but lately it keeps infecting my computer with a virus.

A Picture and a Cookie

Last night I made vegan oatmeal raisin cookies. Here is the recipe I used.

3/4 c. vegan margarine
3/4 c. sugar
3/4 c. packed brown sugar
equivalent of 2 eggs, I use EnerG egg replacer
1 tsp. vanilla
1 tsp. baking soda
3/4 tsp. cinnamon
Pinch of salt
1 1/4 c. flour
2 3/4 c. rolled oats
1 c. raisins
Mix 1st 8 ingredients thoroughly, add flour, oats and raisins. Mix until thoroughly integrated. Bake at 375 for 8-10 minutes.

Forgive the quick post I have a sleepy baby on my hands!

Project Update

Well, I know I told you I was nearly done with my first ever quilt and I am, but I have been having some sewing machine issues. I think I need to take it in to the shop. I have tried everything suggested in the manual. So now I am finishing off my quilt by hand. I am veryclose to being done and the end results will be posted ASAP.

In other news I went fabric and supply hunting at the local thrift stores. I found some zippers, bias tape and these great fabrics. I had a great time looking through vintage sheets and old tablecloths as well as fabric remnants. With the remnants I always wonder what their purpose was supposed to be and why they were never fully utilized.

I also had fun looking through the old craft books from the 60s, maybe not projects that I currently want to do (tin can shakers, lamps from boots, etc.), but it is interesting to see projects that were all the rage in the past. I wonder what trends will define our time?

Do you hunt for crafty supplies at thrift stores? What's your best ever find?

At the Park

Yesterday Eric had the day off. So we packed up and headed to the park. We drove to the nearest off leash park, unfortunately we can't let Bumblebee off leash as the park isn't fenced in, but she is able to interact with other pooches while we are there. The sun was out, the breeze wasn't too frigid and we were resolved to really enjoy our time outdoors, a small break in the cold of winter.

Cordelia spent much of the walk with her head tilted back, gazing at her father. Who can blame her? He's just so handsome.

The sun was out and the temp was above freezing but everywhere were telltale signs that it is still winter. The geese were honking as they marched about the frozen river. The yellow grasses were pressed down, a reminder that they had recently been buried beneath the snow. Frozen marshes glittered under the sun, softening but not melting.

January in Wyoming

I woke up this morning and had some scrambled tofu and a slice of banana bread. Of course I washed it down with a glorious glass of orange juice, two glasses if you want to get technical. Sufficiently satiated I was ready to move on to my first task of the day. I asked Eric what I should write about. He suggested that I just step outside and take some pictures. So I slid on my black snow boots and tucked my pajama pants down into the fluffy interior, in an attempt to keep warm, silly because I was wearing thin cotton clothes. I pulled my jacket over my purple pajamas and stepped outside with Charlemagne, our camera. It seemed like a day to focus on the details, so I screwed on the macro lens and started looking for beauty.

Now I am ready for this day.

Embarrassing Moments

Do you know what people say when you do something really embarrassing? They say, "No one will even remember it next week." Well, that is a lie. Don't believe me? Just ask your spouse or best friend what they think was your most embarrassing moment. They will rattle off a long list of moments that you may have forgotten. I did that last night and Eric easily rattled off a list of glorious moments like..

• Jumping off the diving board. Not one particular moment, just generally.
• That time I was 8 months pregnant and cut the cheese in Target.
• The time I was feeling super hot and fell, once again in Target.
• My seventh grade yearbook photo...that's a story for another day.
• My entire junior high basketball career.
• The time I fell flat on my face in front of my dorm.
  

Well, I do in fact have a very long list of embarrassing moments and those listed above don't even scratch the surface. The thing is I am not really embarrassed by them anymore. More than anything I am happy to have been in those ridiculous situations, making myself and others laugh for years to come. I don't know about you, but I think I am far more defined by my most ridiculous moments than my most graceful, but maybe that's just because the embarrassing moments are in far greater supply.

What are some of your most embarrassing moments?

Sunday Afternoon

This is what our life is like on early Sunday afternoon.

Father daughter time.


Her hair does this flip up thing and I had to get a photo of it before her hair grows too long.

I ignored the pile of laundry (you should too) and just soaked up her cheerful mood.

What does your Sunday look like?

Free Blog Topic/ Questionnaire

You know how some days it is difficult to find a blog topic? Well, I received an award from Jenny.
and it came along with a questionnaire so there you are blog topic for Sunday! You know I am not big on passing on awards, because I hate to leave anyone out. So you're all nominated. The award comes with the previously mentioned questionnaire, read on if you dare...

Where is...
Your cell phone? Sitting on the couch. I am waiting for my mom to call and tell me she made it home safe and sanitary.

Your hair? Freshly cut and hanging loose for the first time in ages. I usually have it up in a ponytail so Cordelia can't pull on it, she's getting grabby.

Your mother? On the road.

Your father? I think he's at his house watching football.

What is...

Your favorite food? Vegan lasagna. I love anything that is vegan and has tomato paste in it.

Your dream last night? It was too weird, something about belly buttons.Seriously, I awoke confused.

Your favorite drink? Water, I keep it simple.

Your dream/goal? To live a life of meaning. I hope that is vague enough.

What room are you in? Living room

Your hobby? Ha ha, you name it and it's my hobby.

Your fear? Loss

Where do you want to be in 6 years? I want to be surprised.

Where were you last night? Sitting on the couch holding a sleeping baby and watching a movie with my hubby.

Something you aren’t? I'm not a lot of things, but that doesn't matter.

Muffins?Blueberry pleeease.

Wish list item? Well, now I want muffin tins. I just had to get rid of mine (long story).

Where did you grow up? Too many places.

Last thing you did? Put Cordelia down for a nap and then I spent a good hour staring at her.

What are you wearing? Black pants that have gotten way too loose on me and a purple and white sweater with a cowl neck.

Your TV? Off, thankfully.

Your pets? All napping.

Your friends? All over the place. I have lived so many places and I always seem to take a few friends with me.

Your life? So happy.

Your mood? Content

Missing someone? Always

Vehicle? Ford Focus, her name is The Empress

Something you’re not wearing? A fedora.

Your favorite store? Good Food Store in Missoula, they make the BEST sandwiches.

Your favorite color? Green

When was the last time you laughed? I am laughing all the time.

Last time you cried? I think when Cordelia was born and I realized that she is my daughter was the last time I had a good cry. I also cried a bit last week when I was running on no sleep, like no sleep at all, but let's not count that.

Your best friend? My husband!!!

One place that you go over and over? Montana. I miss you Montana!

One person who emails me regularly? Charlotte

Favorite place to eat? Home

So, now if you're needing a break from coming up with something to blog about go ahead and post your responses, or just tell me some things about yourself in a response!

Yo Yo Yoga

I am off to my first yoga class in ages. Once upon a time Eric and I were taking 5 classes a week, then we started grad school and yoga had to take a back seat. Well, my friend, those days are over. For Christmas my parents got me yoga classes! So, off I go to try and get back to it. Yeehaw!

My yoga mat

Then, if that's not enough for you I am off to fulfill another resolution...not cutting my own hair. My bangs are getting mighty long and I am tempted to cut them myself, but instead I am going to leave it to the professionals.

What are you up to today?

Winter River Walk

OK, so I know it's only technically been winter for a few weeks, but it has felt wintery since at early October. I am saying we're about halfway through our 09/10 winter season. With that said, the first half of winter is always kind of fun. We seal ourselves up keeping warm and snugly in our homes, but it's now at that point where I am getting eager for the next season. Yesterday was a little break from the oppressive cold we've been experiencing of late. The thermometer rose above freezing and we decided that we could bundle up Cordelia and spend some time outside. We decided to walk down by the river.

Bumblebee took a break to pose. She was absolutely out of her mind with joy. Lately it's been so cold that she isn't able to be outside for more than just a few minutes at a time...sad for a dog who always gets a daily walk.

The river was starting to loosen up and it wasn't entirely frozen as it has been for the past few weeks.

We dressed Cordelia up in her little giraffe suit and listened to her gurgle and coo as we strolled along. On a side note the giraffe suit was a gift from my mom...the woman has a thing for giraffes. She hasn't yet had an opportunity to see Cordelia in the suit and I think she may just explode because it's so adorable. Speaking of giraffes (I think I am officially off on a tangent now) Cordelia has a toy giraffe, another gift from my mother, and when we were playing with it I tried to make a giraffe sound, but alas I don't know what sound a giraffe makes...so I invented a giraffe call. I will just let you imagine how cool that is.

OK, back to our winter walk.

The ducks were hanging out on the edge of the ice, a few of the wimpy ducks hopped into the water when they spotted us, but the rest seemed to say, "Yeah right that's freaky cold." So they just hung out on the ice. Once again I was reminded how much I wish that ducks were giant and that I could ride on their backs.

We ended up back at the car just in time. I hadn't brought gloves and my hands were on the brink of becoming non-functional. Bumblebee gleefully hopped back in the car, getting the seat nice and dirty as we buckled her in. Cordelia blinked sweetly and we were off. I am getting really excited for warmer weather to come and by warmer I mean anything above freezing at this point.

Yesterday Afternoon

Yesterday afternoon I was just settling down for a nap along with a sleepy little girl. The phone rang and she opened her eyes and smiled, nap over. I was half expecting the call so it wasn't a big deal. My mother, grandmother, uncle and aunt were going to stop by to see Cordelia. My Uncle Mike and Aunt Pat had missed us when we visited last month and wanted to meet our little lady. I said that they should come on over, but then I looked around the house...baby toys were strewn about in a way that I had sworn (pre-baby) would NEVER happen in my home, a pile of half folded laundry lay in the middle of the room, a pile of half opened mail sat on the table, Bumblebee had pulled several of her toys out and that doesn't even include the kitchen. I asked my mom to make it 30 minutes before they arrived. The smiley girl and I rushed around the house getting things in order. I'm not a fanatic about keeping a neat house, but the place was pretty much a work in progress, everything halfway done.

Soon enough I had things in order and even had a few moments to freshen up. I sat down on the couch with my little girl and texted my mother that all was ready. A moment later I had Cordelia playing and giggling when...urrrp...she spit up all down the front of her shirt and pants, mid giggle. I scooped her up and went about the changing of her clothes. I was in a rush to get her changed when I looked down at her, she started gurgling and laughing hysterically. Oh yeah, it hit me. I don't care if my house is neat or if my baby is perfectly clean because she is so happy. So, we slowed down and played, enjoying the moment between mother and daughter. She was dressed and ready by the time they arrived, no need for the frantic pace I had set.

Kindness Bandit: Gifts For Moms

Well it's been a bit since I have posted on the Kindness Bandit. I have been busy at work on a rather large project. You may recall that I took a couple of bags filled with baby goodies to the hospital when I had Cordelia. I gave the bag to the hospital staff to give to a new mother who might need a few things. The nurse said that there were some women who came in and had almost nothing.

This really sunk in for me, since Eric and I were given so much when Cordelia arrived. Seriously, we were literally overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity that was shared with us during such a joyful time in our lives. How could I possibly make that good feeling continue on?

So my mom and I came up with a great plan! We are taking all of the leftover gift bags that once held presents for Cordelia and filling them up with new items to be dropped off at the hospital. Hopefully it will just add to what should be a joyful day in someone's life. I have a lot of gift bags. So far I have about 8 that are ready to go.



Anyway, maybe you'll be inspired to do something similar in your town...

Update on My Fear of Driving

You may recall (or maybe not) that I have been battling my fear of cars for quite some time. I have been in a few car accidents and it has just left me downright jittery in the car. After our last, and worst, accident in 2005 (not our fault by the way) I was really a nervous wreck. Every time we would come to a stop I would pull off to the side a bit in case the person behind me forgot that they were supposed to stop. Early on I was afraid that I would get sick or hyperventilate.

I am not shy about asking other people to slow down, not to tailgate or whatever crosses my mind. While I do have a pretty serious fear of driving I have been very set on not letting it control my life. I just can't avoid cars, though there was a point in time when I was really trying to figure out how I could live a live without any mechanized transportation. Short of being considered a strange recluse that isn't really an option.

So I have been making progress on dealing with my fears. I force myself to get into cars and drive or to let others drive me. Slowly but surely I have been moving forward. I no longer have full on panic attacks in cars and I can have a conversation in the car that isn't highlighted by me white knuckling the door handle. I really think that I may never fully shake this, but I just can't let it impact my entire life.

Do you have any fears that you feel are impacting your life? How do you deal with them?

Dancing Machine

As a little girl I took dance lessons, ballet and tap. I believe the highlight was when I dressed up in a pumpkin costume (made by my mother) and did a tap dance routine. Then the dance shoes were put away and I became very concerned with coolness and you couldn't catch me dancing, anywhere, EVER.

My early dancing years

As a young adult I decided to give it another try. Eric and I and some of our friends went to an abandoned theater in NM. It had been taken over by the town's senior citizens and they would throw dance parties on Friday nights. What fun! They knew how to dance, they had a band and the place was charmingly decorated with Christmas lights. They were spinning and jitterbugging and doing the Lindy hop. Eric and I stepped out onto the dance floor and two things became apparent, one Eric could dance and two I could not, not at all. I didn't really care, we just laughed about it and danced anyway. I had a lovely time, giving in to the fact that I was the clown on the dance floor. We had a great evening, but it was sort of an unspoken decision that I really shouldn't pursue public dancing.

You see the problem is that I get out there onto the dance floor and I think, "OK so it looks like people are gyrating their hips and flailing their arms about." Then I try to follow suit, but I over think it. I begin to wonder if I am flailing and gyrating in the proper manner and things go downhill very quickly. Before you know it I am over-flailing or else I am just standing and staring at everyone else.

The only times that I really dance is when Eric and I have impromptu dance off's in our own home. We invent moves like Dragon Hatching From an Egg and Unicorn Tears...so you see there is no right or wrong about it. We just go for it.

Then, when Cordelia was born I apparently opened the portal into the dancing world. No, I am not suddenly a magical dancer, but I am dancing with her. We will blast some Queen and dance around the house. She giggles and smiles the whole time. I have caught myself dancing in public with her too. Sometimes it's just a gentle swaying...actually I always sway back and forth with Cordelia, even if I am not the one who is holding her. So if you see me flailing about I don't mind one bit, it is entertaining to Cordelia and probably it will entertain you too.

Cast Iron Skillet

Until I went vegan the thought of a cast iron skillet brought up images of chuck wagons, dinner bells, flapjacks, and cowpoke. Not really sure why... However, since going vegan I learned that it is a great way to add a little extra iron to the diet. That's when I was sucked into the strange world of the skillet. People spend ages seasoning their skillets to perfection and leave them in their wills to someone who will care for the skillet. Who knew?



For Christmas I asked for a cast iron skillet of my very own. I got it and have dedicated much time and attention to my skillet. I realized it's gotten a little out of hand when Eric suggested that I write a book on the skillet. I guess I talk about it more than a normal person should, poor Eric. While I have no intention of writing a book, there have been many, I thought I would mention it in my blog.

Do you have a cast iron skillet? Are you weirdly obsessed with it?

The Raccoon and Video Chatting

OK, before I go on let me tell you that the title actually refers to two different topics. Sadly there is no link (that I know of) between raccoons and video conferencing. So let's start with the raccoon shall we?

Yesterday Eric, Cordelia, and I were driving downtown to pick up the class schedule at my yoga studio. We had to circle around the block a couple of times because it was too cold to trek very far with our little lady. Our second time around the block we spotted a raccoon that was digging through the trash. When it saw our car it started to run for cover. Poor thing, I thought, so out of it's element and trapped in the middle of the city. The next thing I knew the big guy was flattening himself out like a Cirque Du Soleil contortionist as he squeezed his ample hips through the sewer drain! It became clear that he lives in the gutter.

Photo from here

While there wasn't any time for me to take a picture I managed to find many similar images on the internet, apparently sewage drains are the place to be if you're a raccoon. Keep that in mind if you ever have to venture into the sewers! I'd like to imagine that they are building a city below ours. It would be really cute and also terrifying. I'm a little afraid of raccoons.

On to our next subject... Last night my middle brother Ben and his wife Sara got their first live action view of Cordelia. For Christmas they gave us a web cam and we were able to do some live video chatting.It just so happens that my entire family and Grandma Carol were down in Phoenix enjoying dinner at Ben's new house. He was even able to give us a tour of his new home! What a crazy world we live in. Even though we're far apart it was so nice to see my brother and his wife.

In other news my parents and youngest brother Sam are headed home today. Fly safe and sanitary! See you tonight.

The Sun is Out