It was pointed out to me that I haven't written a new post since February.
I'm really very sorry.
I don't know how many people actually read this.
I don't have much time to cook lately, or much money for fun groceries to cook with.
I think I might change things up around here.
In order to keep up with posting and everything, I think I may merge my personal blog (which I haven't updated since OCTOBER) with my domestic blog, and start trying to post something every single day.
And when there are no words, I'll give you pretty things to look at.
For now, an update:
My marriage is the best thing that ever happened to me. Husbear is such a good man with such a strong, beautiful heart. I'm ever so blessed to be his wife. He's my world, that man.
Right now, his brother and sister-in-law are visiting us from Michigan. We spent the weekend being tourists and Brooklynites both. Brunches and flea markets, Central Park and Times Square. Today they came to see me at work so they could walk across the Brooklyn bridge, which is in the neighborhood where Miles lives.
I love having them here. Love love love it.
mornings, charlie's grandparents-style, a la willy wonka.
Husbear at Brooklyn Flea.
On Thursday, MY brother gets here, and he's bringing his beautiful girlfriend. We're going to take in lots of music and cocktails and brunch and sunshine then, too. I love my family. I'm so lucky.
As for the Big Move, I haven't even begun to start packing.
I have our packing "plan" all written up neatly in my planner. But now I don't like to look at my planner because it declares me two weeks behind on my packing.
I also don't like to look around my apartment and see how much I've been slacking on keeping it organized. I'm too excited about our next place to be bothered with making this one look good every day.
I also have big plans for the new place.
I want a big vegetable garden, and my own chickens to lay eggs for me.
I want to be more sustainable. I want to be more green.
Like I said, Big Plans.
33 days until Europe.
(yes, that is where we're staying.)
45 days until we say goodbye to Brooklyn/hello to West Virginia.
I made "Country Roads, Take me Home" my ringtone on my cell phone.
I'm meeting Miles' next nanny today. I hope I love her. I think I will, but part of me (a HUGE part) is so jealous that she's the one he'll remember, because he's still so little right now. I can't even think about how hard it will be to say goodbye, because I get all teary just thinking about it.
Looks like he's gonna be okay, though. He's never had any problem warming up to new girls.
(Miles with his girlfriend, Isa.)
There, that's a start.