This picture is from a trip we took down to the Williamsburg area before Ginny was born. I was definitely pregnant in this picture. I really like it though.
Also – I did that editing in photoshop, not instagram or on a phone. People makes comments about getting nice camera phones to take old, bad quality pictures. Meh. Preferences I guess. The colors in this picture make me happy.
This is a non-sensical collection of pictures. I give you: the cracked potty.
It is the BeCo potty, and I ordered it on Amazon.com because it is a better height for Ginny, since we are potty-learning now. Unfortunately it was cracked when it arrived (because the box it was shipped in was too small), and so I sent it back. Then I decided to just stick with the froggy potty we have. It’s a little too tall for her, but it’ll work until her legs grow I guess.
Saturday was International Bacon Day. In celebration I made bacon. Something I have not done since that time I set off the fire alarm in my dorm in 2008.
I opted for the traditional BLT:
B-man went for this option:
It makes me kind of hungry.
Also, we only buy hotdog buns if some one else is coming over.
I finally figured out how to do a fish-tail braid over the weekend.
I don’t think my hair is really long enough for this option, as of yet.
We also finished unpacking our kitchen. Yes, we bought our house in May, and no… we are still unpacking. The only picture I have from this joyous occasion though is this one:
Because there are so many cabinents in my kitchen I can afford to dedicated an entire two shelves to display all of my spices on.
It’s a weird feeling, joyous, and guilty all at the same time.
We’re also going to paint our bedroom.
We decided to go with a white that isn’t pictures here. All of these paints looked really white in the store, but pasting them up on the wall showed their “true colors”. lol. Anything to get over that icky yellow-brown color!
And lastly, After I made B-man stare at paint chip cards of about 103982039 different version of white, I took him to Firehouse Subs. Ya know… to make up for all of the decorating talk. He did such a good job smiling and nodding I thought he deserved it. This is a lie, but it sounded good.
The cajoling and bribery was the lie. We really did go to Firehouse Subs. I got the summer special: pulled pork and coleslaw on Hawaiian bread.
It was very messy, but oh so delicious.
/end spastic typing