My Little Cupcake

I’m kind of glad that B is at the age where she responds to bribery. After two years where she pretty much wanted nothing to do with her Halloween costume (see here and here), I was determined that this would be the year that I at least got one photo of her all dressed up.

Of course, she declared “no nap today!” on Halloween afternoon and was sort of moody by the early evening and my hopes were nearly dashed. But, then I told her that she could go outside to blow bubbles, if she wore her cupcake hat and dress.

Mission accomplished.


I said “go get your pumpkin!” and she picked up every one that she owns

Although we practiced beforehand, she didn’t really get the concept of trick-or-treating. So, we kept things low key, just stopping by my mom’s, aunt’s and Chester’s parent’s house so they could see her all dressed up. Of course, in the days after Halloween, she seems to have caught on to the fact that she missed out on the opportunity for free chocolate and will bring her pumpkin treat bag over to me and sweetly say “some candy?” I’m sure that by next year, she will be begging us to take her to every house in a five mile radius so she can fill it up!


Stopping by Grauntie’s (a.ka. Tee-Tee’s) house

And, don’t worry, I kept my promise about the bubbles. They actually created sort of a whimsical effect, swirling around as she strolled down the street.

Life Lately: The Second Time Around

Time has gone by so fast, yet so slow during the past 21 weeks. On the one hand, I can’t believe that I’m already halfway through this pregnancy; on the other hand, I can’t believe that I’m only halfway through this pregnancy.

B started doing acrobatics in my belly at all hours of the day and night, right around 14 weeks. So, there was rarely an hour that went by that I didn’t think about her. Baby #2 is much more mellow, and only started giving me a few kicks here and there at about 17 weeks, as if to say “Still here! So, please don’t forget to take your pre-natal vitamins for the third day in a row!”

Couple this with the fact that there isn’t too much to do in terms of preparation this time around—we have all of the gear that a baby could need, we won’t be decorating a nursery from scratch and we don’t make long lists of questions for every routine doctor’s appointment—and I already feel like I need to sign this baby up for therapy to deal with the side effects of second child syndrome.

(Side note to baby: Please keep this calm disposition when you become an outside baby. Goodness knows that this house cannot handle two spirited children.)

As you no doubt recall, I complained quite a bit about various discomforts and inconveniences quite a bit the first time around (see here, here and here). And, I can report that my attitude towards the overall experience hasn’t changed. At all. I think anyone that says that they enjoy being pregnant is either lying or has somehow been fortunate enough to get early access to the good drugs that you get when you are in labor.

I will agree with those lunatics that the end result is completely worth it, but no flowery talk about how miraculous it is to create a life makes me feel better about the fact that I can’t breathe, have to go to the bathroom every 15 minutes and, to quote Emma Thompson’s character in Love Actually, “the only clothes that I can get into were once owned by Pavarotti.”

On the plus side? I discovered the beauty of maternity leggings and no one has tried to touch my belly this time around. And, fortunately, the best time of year is upon us, and I’m sure that a full calendar of festive fall activities, work events, a mini-babymoon and preparations for the holidays will make the next 19 or so weeks fly by.


From our recent Linvilla Orchards adventure

And, of course, there have there have been some sweet moments that the second time around brings, which have given me all the feels.

For example, mornings with B, where we sit on the couch reading stories before I have to get ready for work, have long been a favorite part of my day. Lately, I get a bit wistful that the days of it just being the two of us are dwindling. But, then, B will rest her head on my belly, and give it a pat as if to say hello to her sibling and make sure that it’s listening. And, most of the time, the baby kicks back in response. It’s like they already feel connected to each other. I know there will be days when they want to claw each others’ eyes out, but I hope that they will be grateful to have that they will always have “a person” to go through life with.


Pretty soon, daddy will have two hands to hold

So, I guess you might be wondering whether Baby #2 is a he or a she? Well, so was I, up until just a few days ago!

With B, from the moment I found out I was pregnant, I knew she was a girl. With this one, I had no strong feelings either way. Most people who saw me guessed that I was carrying a boy (because of the way my face had changed, or the way my bump looked, or some other old wives tale), so eventually I also became convinced that this was the case.

Turns out, all the old wives were wrong! It’s a GIRL!

It would have been fun to have one of each, but, I’m not going to lie–I LOVE having a little girl and I’m pretty excited to keep buying all of the pink–for as long as they let me dress them, I guess!

On the Road: Ireland (Part 5)

Five months later, here is the last installment of our Ireland travels!

On the drive around the Ring of Kerry, I had declared it my new favorite place in the world…but that was before our drive around the Dingle Peninsula.

Located on the westernmost tip of Ireland, cliffs and ocean views dominate the peninsula. The winding roads, cliffs and ocean views that dominate the peninsula make it even more dramatic than the Ring of Kerry. I felt like i was standing at the edge of the world on most of our photo stops!








We stopped for lunch and a stroll in the town of Dingle, the peninsula’s main town.

176With Fungie, the dolphin who lives in Dingle Harbor



Before leaving, we tried out Murphy’s Ice Cream, which is handmade right in town. The flavors here range from classic vanila and chocolate to the more unique combinations that showcase the flavors of the region. They are pretty generous with the samples here, so I think I ended up trying almost every flavor before settling on a delicious combination of Kerry Cream and Carmelized Brown Bread.


Upon leaving Dingle, we drove through the Conor Pass, the highest mountain pass in Ireland.. Of all of the driving that we did in Ireland, this road was the scariest—full of twists and turns, and so narrow at some points that two cars could barely share the road. But, the views…



Our last stopover was in Limerick, chosen so that we could head out to the Cliffs of Moher the next day. For the most part, the weather was not on our side that day. But, we were patient and waited for the fog to roll out a bit and the views did not disappoint.





We made a final stop in Galway, which was packed to the gills on a Saturday afternoon. It was late in the day, so we didn’t do much but stroll through the winding streets of the Old Latin Quarter and stop in a few shops. But, one of the funniest moments of the trip happened here, when we found ourselves stopping for dinner at a restaurant in which every table included a small child (or two, or three). It was the kind of place we would have avoided at all costs during our former child-free lives, and it sort of summed up how much life—and travel—can change when you add a tiny human to the mix.


It is definitely a bit more exhausting to travel with a small child; Both Chester and I commented that we felt like we were on higher alert than usual, while we watched out for B and kept an eye out for signals of potential meltdowns. Still, we had a fantastic time and I would do it over again in a heartbeat!

Little B: 24 Months


I can’t believe that my baby is two years old!

In the weeks leading up to her birthday, people kept asking me if I was sad that she was turning two. It is bittersweet in some ways, I suppose. After all, she no longer looks like a baby and she gets more independent by the day, facts which can make me teary if I really dwell on them. So, instead, I just focus on the fact that I have such a happy, healthy, smart kid (and that we have now survived two years of parenthood. If I could have popped a bottle of champagne on her birthday, I totally would have) She is definitely one of my favorite people to spend time with and I’m proud to be her mom.


At her two year doctor’s appointment, B weighed in at 24 pounds and was 2 feet, 8 inches tall.


Everything! She picks up every expression that she hears. My new favorites include, “Oh, man!”  “high five!”, “I love you” and “hey!”


She discovered french fries this month. On the other hand, we tried to get her to eat a chicken nugget and she basically threw it at us. I guess she has discriminating taste when it comes to fast food. She has also been enjoying the fruit and veggie pouches again. She calls them all “apple” even if there are no apples in them whatsover. We play along with this lie, as it gets her to eat greens on occassion.

Favorite Books

These rotate regularly, due to her frequent trips to the library. Some good finds this month included Whose Chick Are You?, Rhyming Dust Bunnies, and Birthday Zoo. From our own collection, she has been enjoying Green Eggs and Ham and I Want to Be Somebody New! lately.

Favorite Things

Painting with watercolors and drawing with markers; playing with blocks, or, more accurately, ordering other people to build tall towers and arrange her Duplos according to her preference—God help you if it falls down or you do it wrong.

Least Favorite Things

Bugs—she calls them all “bees” regardless of what kind they actually are and freaks out whenever she sees one.

Fun Experiences

We packed a lot of fun things into the last few weeks of summer, starting with a trip to the beach. Auntie B and her family spent a few days in Atlantic City, so we drove down to join them for the day. B loved the beach last year, but she was even more into it this year. Once she got accustomed to the sand and stopped saying “hot, hot, hot!” every time she touched it. She found the seagulls endlessly entertaining, enjoyed destroying the sand castles that other people built, and loved dipping her toes in the water.


The most hilarious thing about the day was that she held on to that half of a peanut butter sandwich for almost four hours, and continued to take bites of it throughout the afternoon, even when it was no doubt crunchy from the sand and soggy from the salt water. I swear that the sandwich is in 99 percent of our photos from the day!


She got to share her big news of the impending arrival of her new best friend with a big sister photo shoot.


Speaking of the new addition,I think she is finally starting to understand that her new sibling is on the way. Recently, when I ask her where the baby is, she either pats or lays her head on/kisses my tummy, which is completely adorable. She did however, get a baby doll for a birthday gift, and every time I hold it and give it it’s pretend bottle she will snatch it from my hands, throw the doll on the floor and say “all done!” So, her willingness to actually accept her new sibling when it is here in real life could really go either way at this point!

We had a fun day out together on her birthday eve. We enjoyed our outing to Franklin Square Park so much last year that we have decided to make a trip there a birthday tradition for B. She rode the carousel twice and tried out every single swing in the playground.



Then, it was the big day itself. Since she turned two, it seemed only fitting that she would have two celebrations in one day!


Showing off her new toys on birthday morning

We started at Sister Cities Park in the morning, where she and couple of her little friends enjoyed blowing bubbles and playing in the water while the grown-ups sat in the shade and ate cake.



Later that day, my mom made dinner, which included meatballs—B’s favorite food—and more cake, of course!


She must have known the day was all about her. She danced, sang and pranced around and generally just enjoyed being the center of attention–except when we tried to sing Happy Birthday to her. After a near meltdown at the first party of the day, we learned our lesson for the second and just cut into the cake without any fanfare.


This will be the last monthly post about Little B, but I am sure she will continue to be one of my favorite subjects to write about, especially as we all get ready for our lives to change in a major way. Hope you will continue to follow along for the ride. Here’s a look back at the past year in monthly photos:

2 year photosYear Two

On the Road: Ireland (Part 4)

It’s been awhile since I wrote anything about Ireland…or since I wrote about anything, really. It’s really difficult to stay up past 9 p.m. these days. But, on the days when I can, I’ll slowly but surely keep making my way through the rest of the trip photos and posts.

In my last post, I mentioned we made Killarney our base for the portion of our trip where we drove the Ring of Kerry, a scenic loop that showcases the varied landscapes of the region, including coastal towns, beaches, mossy hillsides and green pastures that stretch as far as the eye can see.

As you might imagine, this one of the most poplar tourist routes in Ireland, attracting bikers, walkers, tour buses and individual drivers alike. So, we followed the recommended strategy to go the opposite route of the big busses so that we didn’t get stuck behind the the entire way (start in Killarney, stop in Kenmare, and then head toward Killorglin before heading back to Killarnery; the busses generally travel via Killorglin first).

This was the only day of our trip where the weather was less than ideal. It rained most of the day, but at least we spent most of it in the car and the low fog made the view along the way even more dramatic.





Also dramatic was B’s reaction when we would stop for photos. We made a lot of short stops along the way and it is difficult to wrangle a toddler in and out of the car every ten minutes or so. So, we started to take turns getting out of the car for quick photo ops, and there was a lot of this going when one of us would leave the car.


A stop in Kenmare provided a nice break from the drive and plenty of restaurants to choose from for lunch. There are three main streets in Kenmare, all of which come together to form a triangle, so it’s very easy to navigate. On a sunny day, I could have easily spent a substantial amount of time here just wandering around.


We stopped at Jam, an adorable cafe/bakery, where I wanted one of everything from the pastry case. But, I settled for just this lovely Banoffee Pie.

Banoffee pie

After lunch, we took a little stroll through town. B and Arthur kept out of the rain in their fancy backpack/stroller.



You might think that the scenery gets old after awhile, but I think the views were even more outstanding on our way back to Killarney. We even made a stop to visit with some wildlife.



There is nothing that makes me happier than seeing the two of them happy together.138


The entire drive is about 125 miles round trip, and took the whole day (we left our hotel around 10 a.m. and returned around 6 p.m.). As usual, Chester was behind the wheel the entire time and did a fabulous job navigating the narrow roads along the way. At first, I wasn’t too sure that I would enjoy an entire day in the car, but this was definitely one of the highlights of the trip. There were so many “wow!” moments along the way and it was the perfect way to experience all of the beauty that Ireland has to offer.

Here We Go Again!


Doing her best “So Big!”

I’m sure that when I was airing my grievances about parenting a toddler a couple of weeks ago, many of you thought, “this chick is so done with kids.”

Well, surprise, surprise!

We excited to announce that B’s (only!) baby brother or sister will arrive on or around February 22, 2016 (I finally have a chance at my Pisces baby!)

Before our trip to Ireland, we decided that we would start trying for another little one upon our return. Well, we got back from  on Memorial Day weekend and just a couple of weeks later (on Father’s Day, incidently), I was trying to control my squirming toddler while the cashier at CVS rang up my preganancy test and gave me sympathetic looks. An hour later, I was standing in the bathroom, staring at those two blue lines.

I was shocked.

Obviously, I know how babies are made. But, with B, it took exactly one year from the day we threw caution to the wind to the day that I found out that she was on her way. So, I was expecting to wait around for awhile this time, too.


During the days that followed, I would get slightly teary when I would cuddle with B, mourning the fact that she would be my one and only for just a few short months more. As I would drift off to sleep, I would jolt myself awake with panicked thoughts about how we could rearrange B’s room to accommodate both a toddler bed and a crib. I couldn’t help but think that we maybe we had decided to quickly that becoming family of five was a good idea.

But, then, I had my first doctor’s appointment in the middle of July. I saw that tiny blob on the screen and, of course, I was in love.

This pregnancy has been a bit different than the first time around in other ways, too. I feel gigantic already, and I am thanking my lucky stars that I won’t be at my largest in the heat of the summer like I was last time around. I am exhausted of course, which is compounded by the fact that I spend most of my free time chasing a toddler around. I miss the days of my first pregnancy when I could take a three hour nap after work, without a tiny human pulling my hair and chanting “Up, up.” With B, I only had a couple of weeks where I had horrendous all day nausea, but this time around I have felt terrible from 5 p.m. onward every single day since week 6. I would much rather have the former–intense, but short-lived! I don’t really have any food cravings or aversions at the moment, but as soon as I finish one snack, I’m hungry for something else!


I have heard many moms say that they were less worried, and sometimes forgot that they were pregnant. I don’t find this to be true in my case, because I’m just a chronic worrier. I find myself Googling the same things that I did the first time around (“chances of miscarriage at five/six/seven, etc. weeks” still turns up exactly the same search results as it did more than two years ago) plus some new ones (a frequent search is “toddler jumped on my stomach while I was pregnant”). But, remembering how much time I wasted on WebMD last time around, I let myself wander down the rabbit hole for ten minutes and then force myself to move on to something else. I would consider that progress.

B has chosen to deal with the situation by ignoring the fact that anything is happening. When I show her the ultrasound photos she just says “all done” and pushes them away. I point to my belly and tell her that her baby brother or sister is in there, and she toddles off to get one of her Little People babies, as if to say, “No thanks! I already have one!”


I’m getting a what?

Yeah…we’ll keep working on it!

Life with a Toddler


Definitely plotting something

I have mentioned before that the toddler stage has definitely not been my favorite. I didn’t realize it when in I was deep in the fog of new parenthood, but infants are so much easier. After awhile, you can get them to eat, sleep and poop on a schedule. You can strap them into their car seats and they will gladly fall asleep or stare off into space while you enjoy a meal. If they are fussy, you can usually calm them down by rocking them for a while or making a few funny faces.

Toddlers are a completely different breed. Their lack of impulse control, propensity to become overstimulated by circumstances that are completely mundane to grown-ups, limited communication and inability to listen to reason make them pretty much impossible. I’m pretty sure that the first toddler tantrum was what finally snapped me out of my new parenthood fog and brought back vivid memories of the good old days. Suddenly, I remembered exactly what my life was like before this screaming little terror took it over. Spoiler alert: it was awesome.

Also, if there are any soon-to-be parents out there, be forewarned that the term “terrible twos” is a misnomer. The demon behavior starts almost immediately after they turn one. Get your wine glasses ready now.

Don’t get me wrong, there are many days when B is completely adorable and we have the best time together. But some days, she is completely insane. I realize that it’s not her fault, for all the reasons I mentioned above…but some days she drives us completely insane as well.

Like someone who has had too much to drink, she is prone to frequent stumbling and violent outbursts that include throwing things. She laughs and cries at random, often inappropriate times. She will dance around with plastic containers on her head. She an fall dead asleep, anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

Like a senior citizen, B lacks any kind of filter. She has no problem telling me that I am fat, for example. Okay, so she hasn’t actually said this to me, but the way that she squeezes by belly and laughs certainly implies it. Like someone in the advanced stages of senility, she has hidden my cell phone in the oven of her play kitchen and I have found her toy keys in my refrigerator. I have to repeat everything I say at least fifty times because she never seems to hear me the first time around.

Like a puppy, she is prone to accidents and has ruined every nice thing that we own. She craves attention for showing off her tricks, all the time. On the plus side, she can now sometimes be bribed with snacks.

Although I can’t say that I have ever encountered a terrorist or a hostage-taker in person, I’m pretty sure that I have read enough books and seen enough movies to know that B is just like them, too. She is full of demands and she will resort to torture, such as biting, pinching and hitting when she isn’t obeyed. She has perfected the art of hanging onto legs and wrapping her  arms around necks to trap her victims.

Like a mental patient, she dances to music that only they can hear and talks to people that only they can see. I have seen her go from all-out mania to crippling depression in a matter of minutes. Her ability to listen to the same story, sing the same song and eat the same food over and over again could easily be mistaken for OCD.

Fortunately, nature knows what it’s doing, so it also equipped this little monster with the ability to look at me with wide eyes, pull me into a hug, and whisper the word “love” in my ear. Those fleeting moments are probably what keeps us parents from abandoning our toddlers on busy street corners, with signs around their necks that says “free to good home.” Those are the moments I try to remember when I’ve had to peel a screaming little person off the world’s largest rubber duck or been the target of a 6 a.m. kitchen floor meltdown because I gave said little person Honey Nut Cheerios instead of the regular variety.

It’s either that, or I open the liquor cabinet and drink all of its contents in one sitting. But, I’m pretty sure that dealing with a tiny, drunk, senior citizen, while nursing a hangover is the worst idea ever.

Little B: 23 Months


The countdown to two continues! Here is our second to last monthly round-up of all that’s new in Little B’s world!



How you doin’?

Oh, some days are difficult. Let’s just say she’s…spirited. She loves jumping on the furniture, yelling and expressing her very strong opinions about what she likes and doesn’t like.


Granny sleepover

Baby’s first sleepover

B spent her first night away from us with a sleepover at Granny’s while Chester and I went to one of my work-related events. She had a great time going to Saturday mass, blowing bubbles with the neighbors on the step after 8 p.m. and watching Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire on TV before bed. It was so strange to come home to an empty house that night! I had grand plans of sleeping late the next day, but of course that didn’t happen since I have apparently become automatically programmed to wake up before 6 a.m. since becoming a parent.


Lots and lots of new words, everyday! We definitely need to be mindful of what we say, since she seems to have added “damn” to her vocabulary. She also has an adorable habit of adding an “s” to and exaggerating some words (for example, “puppieshhhh” when she means puppies or “pleashhhe” when she says please). She is also recognizing many letters of the alphabet (aside from her long-time favorite “B.”) and “sings” lots of songs. The two of us have been doing a mean duet on “You Are My Sunshine.”

Favorite things

Her Alpha-Pup toy—we play with this every single morning.

Least favorite things

Lately, it’s a challenge to convince her to get dressed most mornings.

Favorite Books

You Are My I Love You

Fun experiences



She met Clifford, one of her favorite book/TV characters, at the Please Touch Museum. She was so excited as we waited in line, but I was unsure of how she would react once she was up close and personal with the big red dog. I needn’t have worried about a meltdown as she ran right up to him and gave him a weird hug/belly grab before posing for a few photos.

We can’t wait to celebrate the big “2” at the end of the month!

On the Road: Ireland (Part 3)


Family selfie at Blarney Castle

The next stop on our Ireland itinerary was Blarney Castle, located just a short drive from our temporary home base in Cork.


The castle is, of course, best known for being the home of the Blarney Stone. The castle was no more than a simple wooden structure when it was built in 1200 and the current stone structure was erected in 1446.


The interior of the castle is mostly in ruins. The 100+ stairs that wind their way to the top of the castle, where the stone is located are quite narrow and uneven. It’s definitely not a trek for someone with claustrophobia and/or a toddler. So, one of us strolled around the gardens with B while the other made the climb.

The exact origins of the stone are debated. But, legend has it that those who kiss it are bestowed the gift of eloquence. The stone is set in a wall over the battlements, so to reach it you have to lay down and lean backwards. Back in the day, this was quite a treacherous undertaking, since there weren’t any safeguards in place to make sure you didn’t fall to your death.


View from the top

Yours truly made it all the way to the top, got into position to kiss the stone, and then made the mistake of looking down over the battlements. Even though there is a metal grate, a railing to hold on to, and a capable assistant to make sure tourists don’t die, I convinced myself that I would fall over the side and chickened out without completing the task at hand.

Chester was not such a scaredy-cat…although he seems to be no more eloquent than he was prior to our visit.


Continuing on from Blarney, we drove to the harbor town of Kinsale. I will probably remember this site as one of the most spectacular parenting fails of the trip. B fell asleep in the car and we made the mistake of waking her up so we could go exploring. We should have just stuck to our tried-and-true practice of hanging out in the parking lot until she woke up on her own. I’m sure we were quite a sight as we tried to coax a squirming, screaming toddler into her stroller in this quaint, pictureqesue little town.


Definitely not happy.

Fortunately, all was forgiven once we brought her a cute little hat. Retail therapy is apparently effective even at an early age.


There were lots of cute little restaurants scattered around town, but unfortuantely many of them only opened at dinner time. We stumbled upon the Lemon Leaf Cafe, however, and ended up having on of our favorite meals of the trip there. B enjoyed a pancake with Nutella that was twice the size of her head and Chester and I chose two of the specials of the day—a salmon burger for him and an open faced crab and lobster salad sandwich for me. The seafood was some of the freshest that I have ever had! I wish that I had room for dessert because the pastry case was overflowing with delicious looking cupcakes, towering layer cakes and pies. Next time!


Main Street Kinsale


Colorful shops line the narrow streets


We headed back to Cork for the night, and were up bright and early the next day to hit the road to Killarney. On the way to town, we stopped for a stroll in Killarney National Park, the first national park to be established in Ireland.


Muckross House, which was donated to the Irish nation in 1932 and became the centerpiece of the park.


Muckross Lake; you can rent one of those cute little jaunting carriages to take you around the park.



Torc and Mangerton Mountains in the background.


Ross Castle


Chasing the ducks…and, yes, that is a leash.


As was the case in Cork, we didn’t do too much exploring in the town of Killarney itself. But, we did stay in an adorable hotel that served amazing scones at breakfast and enjoyed a nice dinner (fish and chips!) at a place Cronin’s, right across the way. I would definitely recommend this stop as a base if your trip includes a drive around the Ring of Kerry, which was on our itinerary for the next day. More on that…as soon as I get around to editing those photos!

Little B: 22 Months


So over this monthly photo project…two months to go!

It’s hard to believe that it’s almost time to stop counting B’s age in months—our little girl will be 2 years old at the end of the summer!

Here’s what she has been up to this month:



The typical toddler mood swings continue. Sometimes, she’s so sweet and adorable that I want to eat her up. Other times, she is so disagreeable that I want to lock myself in the bathroom and never come out again. This is probably not going to go down in the books as my favorite age.



Spending a rainy morning playing at the Please Touch Museum

She cut one of her last remaining teeth (bottom incisor) so now she has a full set of pearly whites when she flashes a smile. I think she is still working on those two year molars, but she won’t open her mouth to let me see.  She can recognize a fair number of colors, letters and objects in picture books. Also, while she is far from being potty trained, she has used the potty a few times.

Favorite things


Still a huge fan of Winnie the Pooh as well as some of the Nickelodeon shows like Dora and Team Umizoomi; balloons; playing in the park; her Tigger toothbrush; the letter B—she loves when hold her hand to help her write it and it’s one of the letters that she always picks out in her activity books. She must know it stands for Bridget!

Favorite books

At the moment, anything Olivia and Paddington.


Still loving her meatballs. Other favorites include any kind of long pasta (it’s seriously adorable to watch her eat linguine by the strand); cheese by the slice; waffles and pancakes, especially the kind that Granny makes that are filled with veggies, fruit and yogurt.

Fun experiences

We have been soaking up summer with plenty of outdoor adventures. She attended her first Drexel alumni event at the Zoo in June.


Half of the job of someone who works in alumni relations is to hold the event signage, so I’m training her well already!

We took Daddy out to a Father’s Day brunch at Village Whiskey, one of his favorite places to get a burger.


And, she (reluctantly) put on a Blackhawks jersey to cheer the team on as they won the Stanley Cup.


At the end of June, the Tall Ships Festival was at Penn’s Landing, so we went to check that out. B could have cared less about the ships and ended up falling asleep. Luckily, she woke up in time to pose with one of the gigantic rubber duckies. It was not a good scene when we had to leave. I literally had to peel her off of the thing and she sobbed during the entire walk back to the car.


Looking forward to more fun times ahead for the rest of the summer!