It was another busy &wonderful weekend here. Summer really &truly has hit us full force. It’s almost *too* much. I know last year at this time: it wasn’t *this* hot… but I guess it is what it is… it’s Florida.
I’m lucky that none my lady friends work Friday afternoons– it makes us all able to go out for breakfast/brunch/coffee/whatever together. We met up for food &afterwards walked to coffee. Later, I finished up some projects and packages to mail out. Instead of the usual Friday evening Indian food outings Eric and I have– we brought Indian food in and hung out with Michelle all night… along with Marlowe who refused to go (and stay) asleep.
Saturday we attended a homebrew competition 3 blocks away from my house. My brother and his wifey were participating in with their Dorito and orange flavored beers. I refused to taste either of their beers, but of course voted for them. After the competition we grabbed some food (aka fries) and then I headed home earlier with Marlowe to make sure she would be fed and happy.
Sunday Michelle came by and joined Eric and I for breakfast (french toast). We later crafted and went on a long bike ride to the diner in the next town/city over. It was my longest bike ride yet, and yes, I am impressed and pleased with myself. Traveling long distance on a trike is hard.
I finally opened up the playpen. It’s HUGE. But man, it’s been a nice (short) break.
Marlowes grandma (her father’s mom) sent us a babyfood maker this week. Wooo. My first adventure was a kale/apple puree for babycakes. You can’t tell by her face, but she digs it. Also, fyi– it looks the same way going in as it does the next day coming out.
This happened a few times. You will find: most men do not appreciate their snap button shirts being ripped open. Trust me, try it (only if they have a good sense of humor). It’s amusing, especially when their hands are full. (&no, Eric did not have that many sample cups, everyone just kept adding them on to his pile)
(I need to clean my porch)
I didn’t realize this til later…. but… I ate this plus a salad, plus an order of tots. I guess I was hungry. Womp.
Michelle also purchased a trike! Unlike me, she can ride a bike (whatever– she’s a show off). A grocery store is opening just a few blocks away in 2.5 weeks and she is excited to never have to get in her car to buy food. Trikes are awesome. Admit it– you want one. We are starting a tricycle posse— with custom made shirts (obviously). We’ve been trying to come up with good names, but the only name that comes up is “trike dikes” but neither of us are lesbians and we don’t want/need to offend anyone… so there are some major flaws in this name.
Also, I asked for good name ideas for my bike (trike) a while ago, and never officially decided on anything, but I think I’m going to go with: “Cinnamon”. One. It’s cute. Two: It makes me think of this song that I love: