It may be barely August but I wanted to you thank you for officially kicking off my Christmas shopping with your RIDICULOUS "Bean's Pal Packs." Super ridiculous. I was in your Danbury, CT store earlier today and I still can't get over this...
Thanks for being generally awesome. You're sweet, packed with water (shocker!) and easy to eat. Sure, you're a bit messy and sticky, but my son prefers it that way. Even if he goes for your rind first.
One of my very first posts way back in the day was about how I was a "casual bird glancer." More on that here. Basically, I received a bird feeder and just like that, I became sort of obsessed. I loved watching them come and go and I loved seeing the variety of birds that passed through my yard. I have to find that feeder and get it back up because I think Harrison would like to watch them, too.
Matt got me some gorgeous hanging planters for Mother's Day this year and I had no idea they'd be a preferred spot for a Red Finch to make a nest.
It's been three months since your last letter. Although the first twelve months went by at a(n) (unusually) reasonable pace for your old Mama, the last three months have not. It feels like you're positively rocketing into toddler-dom but that's okay. We're having the time of our lives and soaking it all in. I can't believe how you've changed.
We have this tree in the yard and it has tons of berries on it. I'm thinking they're mulberries, which are supposedly great in pies or pancakes but I don't want to die if they're actually poisonous, so there's that. Remember Foxface in the Hunger Games? Yeah, I want to avoid that.
What do you think? The picture above is some of thef ripe "harvest." The following pictures are of the tree itself.
We're now a week into June and with that comes all the craziness of the end of the school year. If you have school-age children, I hope you're making it through this crazy month.
June is the month of "Dads and Grads," and for the first time in a while, I don't have to shop for a "Grad." I am, however, fortunate enough to have an awesome Dad and an incredible Baby Daddy for whom to shop so I thought I'd share some of my ideas for Father's Day. (Dad and/or Matt, if you're reading this... stop now. Or, continue on and wonder for the next few weeks if one of these gifts is going to be yours. I won't tell.)
I haven't posted in nearly a month and it's driving me crazy. Have you missed me? I have so much to say and so much to share. I haven't been sitting on my bottom around here, I assure you of that.
After moving on from the non-alcohol related hangover of Harrison's birthday week, Matt and I started to really enjoy some of the gorgeous weather Connecticut has been afforded of late. We spent a couple of nights eating dinner at the picnic table and walking the estate with a beer in hand. Sounds nice, right? It was lovely, but...
Hi bud! A quick note about why your 12-month letter is being published 2 weeks after you turned one... yes, it's the tardiest I've been on one of these but here's the thing - actually here are the few things that are contributing to the tardiness: you had four (!!!) birthday parties, you decided to stop sleeping through the night for quite a few days, we took over 2000 pictures in a little over a week and we visited with lots of family and friends so cut me a little slack, okay? Oh and by the way, I'll write a different post detailing the birthday celebrations, just like I'll write a different post detailing your birth story. I'll get to it. Promise. Now without further ado...
With all of the recent snow and sleet, I've been stuck in the house a lot. I've been looking around and I'm really starting to notice all the projects I've started and haven't finished. There are a lot. An embarrassing amount, really. The mirror was one of them. At least that's done. We have a wine rack that's still unfinished, pantry doors that are still half painted in the garage and a guest room that was supposed to be painted two years ago. Life happens, I guess. Right?