what time is it?

summer time,
it's our vaction!
what time is it?
summer time,
school's out,
scream & shout!!!

how do i know, you may ask. well...

1. B sans finals

oh, freedom. i love you.

2. finally, plentiful not-as-expensive watermelon

nothing smells sweeter to my pregnant olfactory sense than the fresh crisp scent of newly cut watermelon. yum... hold on a sec, i have to go cut one of the two I bought today at Costco for $6... and we're back.

3. all my prego friends are a poppin'

hannah (baby) and joy (new mommy) asleep after what I assume was a very long day. maybe the cutest picture of all time...

4. the end of american idol (phew - sorry, not a huge fan save the final 3 or so episodes) meaning the beginning of So.... You.... Think... You... Can.... Dance !!!!!

not a single things screams summer louder than shooby-dooby-dance.

Hot-Tamale-Train-ely Yours,
erin

our baby's all growns up and he's all growns up

my brother is about to be a senior in high school. he's gone to prom & kissed a girl, and he's applying to college & is growing far beyond 6 feet. he makes me feel old... and short. makes me wonder about the passage of time - how someone can go from a little punk kid to a big punk high schooler. makes me think that it will be no time before our bumble arrives. garsh. when b and i got married he looked like this:

yes, my brother gave us a wedding gift called "the gas we pass" and b had super cute spikey hair 5 years ago. and, my mom is a stone cold fox.

in closing, time does weird things.

anciently yours,
e

laughing, crying, sharing...

as the end of the school year is upon (or close to upon) us we can pause and reflect...and perhaps send one another an e-greeting or two. my new favorite site for sending out the occasional flirty comment or witty banter is where these e-cards can be shared (btw - these are all chosen because I could have sent them myself):



enjoy the warm weather and send me some funny e-cards.

serendipitously yours,
e

thanks to Krystal P for the e-suggestion.

If it's free take two...

This piece of Daddy-McCann wisdom is hard to pass up with Coldplay handing out new songs like candy. (Daddy-0's other bits of wisdom include gems like: never split 10's in blackjack - I was 7 the first time I heard that one) This new uber-opus from the UK's second favorite sons hit me as different from their earlier work. To be honest it reminded me - in a good way - of a toned down version of the Beatles' Helter Skelter off the 'White Album'. Overall, I enjoyed the listen and am anxious for the upcoming album release. For all those Chris Martin haters - sorry - but, I really like him and his somewhat toolish eco/trade-conscious ways. The album cover artwork is pretty cool - in that French Revolution Chic kind of way.



So, get the song free here. And decide for yourself if reinventing the Beatles' wheel is folly or fortune.

Ubiquitously yours,

e

ps that blog was way way to serious.

Over Due, but Never Late...

You know what’s the business? I’ll tell you. Mommy Bloggers. For serious. They can be legit funny and insightful. Always Honest. Something about being more than just a working stiff or a bitter student/wife/baker/photographer, they have something significant to contribute - bits about vodka cocktails at playgroup, baby/home decorations that don’t make me gag, and seemingly endless diatribes about the truly touching and ridiculous. Kids make for great material.

Over the last 3 years I have become somewhat obsessed with a few of these Mommy (and one Daddy) Bloggers. While writing styles and blog gimmicks vary - they ALL take UN-believable pictures of their kids/dogs/furniture. I highly suggest the following Parent Bloggers... in order of favorites (of course):

1. Sweet Juniper This stay-at-home-Dad and fab-professional-Mom make up the blogging duo of SJ. Of the many things I love about Juniper’s parents is their unwavering commitment to well written prose. Particularly touching are their multi-part birth-story narratives... superb. Something about the way they document their lives makes being a parent seem artful and hip.

2. Dooce (pronounce deuce) Legendary is her own right, Heather Armstrong is perhaps HRM Queen Mother of all mommy bloggers. Starting as a single-person blogger, then a married-person blogger and now a mommie-person blogger Ms. Armstrong is as honest as one comes and often cynically delicious. Frequently falling on the age-old adage - if it’s not broken, don’t fix it; mock or complain about it. If blogs were like bar drinks Dooce would be the strong stuff - the vodka cranberry ... hold the cranberry stuff. I love her.
3. Simon Family Blog

B and my next-door-neighbors are the said Simon’s of the Simon Family Blog. They are pitch perfect comedic geniuses without delving into the sardonic stylings of some of my other favs. Their child - Vinnie - is my favorite little guy east of the Rockies. Everything he does - from picking up rocks instead of Easter eggs to dinosaur walking the aisle in a wedding - makes me belly-laugh. The only reason these parent-bloggers don’t rank #1 is their newness to the blogosphere - - maybe a jump in a couple years when they’ve been tried and tested. B and I value our friendship with the Simon family so much. We will miss them when they are living in LA this summer, but look forward to reading about their adventures - as I hope you will too.

(vinnie and i discussing the finer merits of songs sung by squirrels)

All this to say that I will be joining ranks this coming fall. If one needs it spelled out - Brett knocked me up around the mid-February which makes our little bumble due October 31st and me currently at 13.5 weeks prego. Zoinks! Though planned, we are equally thrilled and terrified to become parents. And many things have precipitated from the growing fetus - most significant, me quitting my overtiring and stressful job 4 weeks ago. Hooray!

So, get ready for stories about baby names, ultrasounds, round ligament pain and how hearing your baby’s heart-beat sounds like a symphony of little angels riding a submerged steam-train.

Sperminatedly yours,

e

p.s. for those interested: bumble is the size of a lemon and no longer has a tail (that part freaked us out)... i sort-of have a baby bump - - or I'm wearing a weird-fat-shirt in this picture, you decide: