The fiercest pregnancy craving I’ve had this time around is cold, loud, and, shockingly, calorie-free. It’s ice.
I have been crunching my way through a big bag every week. I eat it plain, with a spoon.
Toddler sweat mixed with sunscreen in the seams of her polka dot bikini. “Hog-gogs” and watermelon and marshmallows for supper on a blanket in the sand.
At long last, some sun! Avelyn helped Steve do some work on the deck.
It all just happened so fast. Last weekend I heard that my friend, Heidi, was selling her two year-old Canon Rebel XT so I called her on a whim to see how much she was asking for it.
Do you know what my favourite part of pregnancy is? (Aside from the wonder of the miracle of life and the beauty of the baby’s kicks to my spleen.) Eating.
I used to think that Birkenstock sandals went perfectly with every possible outfit. When I was 16 I wore them with shorts, pants, and formal dresses, thinking they complemented each ensemble.