Halloween 2013

Halloween 2013

I can honestly say I never, ever thought I'd be typing a blog post with that title. You see, we're just not huge Halloween fans around here. I LOVE costumes and dressing up. But that's basically the extent of our enthusiasm. Tommy doesn't appreciate the money I pour into my costumes (he wasn't allowed to celebrate the holiday as a child), I don't appreciate the piles of candy I assume will be piling up in our future, and neither of us love the idea of spending the evening with ghosts and goblins. (Or zombies? And vampires?) 

But my parents are in town this week and they were enthusiastic about Sunday Trick-or-Treating for the holiday.

Our DIY Kitchen Renovation

Our DIY Kitchen Renovation

I don't quite remember when it happened but, I want to say at least 4 or 5 years ago, our microwave died. At first it was inconvenient. But I had been hearing about the dangers of microwaves through the grapevine so I figured we'd just let it go and adjust to a new way of living. No, seriously. We really had to adjust our lifestyle! I think there was a year or so when we didn't bring home any leftovers from restaurants. I honestly didn't know how to reheat them successfully. Then, somewhere along the way we started making use of our toaster oven which proved to be very helpful. (And of course I learned you can reheat pasta on the stove. Score!) Over time, we didn't miss having a microwave at all. 

Working Mama

Working Mama

The blog has been kind of quiet because I've been busy living life.

For the first two years or so of Sunday's life (I guess she's not quite two, yet) I have thoroughly enjoyed having my thing. My photography, my business, my (tiny) social life. In fact, for a while those were the things saving me from the overwhelming reality that I was suddenly a mom - and 100% responsible for another little human.

We're home! | Pictures on the Beach

We're home! | Pictures on the Beach

Aaaand... we're back from our beach vacation! Why is it that coming home feels 100x more exhausting than going away? :)

Letters to Sunday | 20 Months

Letters to Sunday | 20 Months

Dear Baby Sunday,

My compassionate, expressive, and extremely affectionate daughter... can we even call you a baby anymore? You are so big... a real little girl now. Wanting this and that, not wanting this and that, bossing the dogs around, climbing all over things, giving kisses galore... You are so, so big. Stop it. Stop growing!