We’re normally fairly intelligent…

However, the combination of me being pregnant and AJ not remembering that pregnancy tends to negate my innate ability to be right all the time, means that today we went to the 10:30 service at our church.

Except that there isn’t a 10:30 service. And there never has been. Go figure…



Well, its safe to say that,

1. We like Indian food, but not on a regular basis. I will probably use a few of the recipes I tried several times a month, but no more than that. It’s really good, but curry flavors are super rich and almost overwhelming when you have them too many meals in a row. Case in point, yesterday I opted to make lasagna instead of curried chickpeas because I simply could not make myself eat any more curry. And this, even though our next month is going to be Italian. Which is OK, because we love Italy. Here’s how much:

(we went to Europe a couple of years ago and took AJ’s childhood wolverine action figure so that we could take pictures of him with some of the world’s major landmarks.)

2. No, we’re not nerds for taking an action figure on a backpacking trip where we opted out of taking another pair of underwear so we could fit him in the pack.

3. No, we didn’t have only one pair of underwear for the trip. I said “another” not “the other”.


Saskatoon Summer

Today while out and about, AJ and I were talking about what a long summer we’re in for. I mean, its only the end of February and the whole world is turning green and beginning to bloom. It reminded me of growing up in Eastern Washington where summertime seems to stretch as long as childhood, and the saskatoons are ripe for weeks.

In the summertime, we could spend all day playing in the woods, down by the creek, or out in the field. The summer heat was broken by catching grasshoppers, chasing minnows in the shallows, and eating saskatoon berries. If you’ve never had a saskatoon, it’s probably because you didn’t pick it yourself, as commercial saskatoon picking would be a tiring business. They look a bit like a blueberry on a wiry shrub-like tree and the flavor is best described as one part blueberry, one part dry grass that’s hot under bare feet, one part shade on a warm day, and one part picking out the best looking pebbles in the riverbed. And that’s why my childhood memories will always be one part saskatoon summer.


One of the best parts about children is all the “firsts”

Today Violet and I had two firsts.

She had her first haircut–ever. I decided it was time when in picking her nose, she inadvertently shoved the tips of her bangs up her nostril and they dried there. No one else will be able to tell she’s had a haircut, but needless to say, there will be no more¬† booger bangs for a while.

Secondly, she had her first popsicle. I’m pretty sure this was the first one ever, but for sure it was the first one of the summer. Wait. Its February. I don’t care. We spent the afternoon in the park wearing short sleeves and topped it off with a walk to Safeway where we sunned at the patio tables and shared an orange popsicle.

edit: it wasn’t the first popsicle ever. last fall at the dc zoo, we gave her a rainbow popsicle and in the end, she was covered in many colors and very happy.