Instagram. Do you have this app? Surely you do. It makes everyone a fabulous photographer and I'd like to thank the creators of Instagram for that. See what I mean?
Amatuer, lame, no editing, I suck (pre Instagram)
Professional, fabulous, I'm an awesome photographer (post Instagram)
It's officially Open Your Windows weather. This is good, right? Wrong! Now when I yell at the kids I have to be aware of which windows are open. If one nearby is open I need to consider that what I'm hollering is being heard but someone other than the intended 5 year old ears. Ugh. I don't want to sensor myself. I want to yell and scream and be irrationally irrational without having to sensor myself. Damn. Can't wait 'til it hits the high 80's so we can close the windows again and just turn the silencing air conditioner on.
I have two cousins. David got married a year and a half ago and Jennie just got engaged a few days ago. Our family is very excited to be adding another fabulous soul to it. She's gotta keep up with stupid birthday cards, trips out here from Boston to visit my kids, and cruddy gifts at Christmas. Looking forward to it all! Welcome, Maura, to our family!
Maura and Jennie
I entered the lottery for the Nike Women's Marathon in San Francisco. To say it's out of my comfort level is an understatement. I don't run. I should be more specific and say that my girls don't run. And a full marathon would without a doubt kill me but I think I'll survive the half marathon just fine. I think. I hope. I'll be walking 13.1 miles with a great friend of mine, if we are lucky enough to be one of the 25,000 chosen ones. We'll find out later this week. It's 2 days after my 37th birthday and this will be a gift I'm giving myself.
After a week of warmer weather I think it's an appropriate time to weed through closets. It always makes me sad to see another size go. Push the long sleeved to one side, put the short sleeved in front, and stock up on shorts. Ho, hum. Drew in an 8? William in a 6? Lauren in a 4T? How can it be? Wasn't Drew just in a 12 month onesie that said, "My mom is hotter than your mom"? Ugh, those were the days.