happy memorial day

 

Happy Memorial Day! We spent our holiday weekend visiting husband's family in Athens, OH. I always love visiting Athens because it is home to my alma mater, Ohio University. Go Bobcats! My four years at OU are some of my fondest memories.

The weekend was jam-packed as our visits out there always are. It involved a quick trip to Columbus to see some of our dearest friends and their two little ones (complete with a stop at Graeter's ice cream. Seriously. The best.), lunch with mom and dad at our favorite restaurant ever, and dinner with a whole bunch of family. Basically, we ate a lot. This pregnant lady was one happy camper. We did manage to squeeze in a walk around campus to show our baby Bobcat  around. The students are gone for the summer so it was blissfully quiet and I enjoyed strolling around the paths I used to take.

 I hope everyone had a great - and long - weekend. Here's to the start of summer!

thanks for the reminder, ernest

Write hard and clear about what hurts.

- Ernest Hemingway




And thanks to Kendi Everyday for such an open and truthful post

fragments of thoughts right now

Not quite sure why we are watching Encino Man. Even more unsure as to why husband owns a copy.

Cannot. Stop. Registering for baby stuff.

Belly button, I fear you are about to pop out.

Thank the sweet baby Jesus that husband has started walking again. Ready to milk this whole being pregnant thing.

On my own
Do you hear the people sing?
I dreamed a dream

dear baby

Dear baby,

Today was Mother's Day. And I was so happy to celebrate it. While I don't quite feel like a mother yet, I certainly feel like your mommy. You are still somewhat abstract to us (this whole pregnancy thing is a bit surreal) but we sure do love you already.

Your daddy and I talk to you all the time. Daddy gives you kisses and asks how your day was. He even has a bike all picked out for you. We joke that you are going to come out wanting ice cream instead of milk. And maybe saying a certain bad word that starts with an "f" that mommy says far too much. I hope you don't hear actually hear me saying that.

You started moving around a lot these past couple weeks. It is like magic knowing you are swimming around in there. You kicked me so hard in a meeting the other day that I jumped. I think you were telling me that you liked the pizza I just had for lunch.

Baby, I love you and can't wait to meet you.

Love,
Your Mommy

goats + beer = fun



So apparently goats are fast. Real fast. Combine some goats racing (yes, racing) with a beer festival and there is all kinds of fun to be had. Today we chose to enjoy the sunshine at the Sly Fox Brewery's annual Bock Fest and Goat Races. This year's winner, Simon, only sports three legs. Not to be confused with Three Leg Peggy who won the previous two years. It was quite entertaining even if I couldn't partake in the beer drinking portion of the day. I look forward to going again next year, but with baby in the Baby Bjorn and a beer in my hand.

I've already asked husband if we can buy a little pygmy goat. He says no.