the "i'm still too full of turkey and too tired from the car trip to think of a clever title, but i'm still going post this" post

Enjoy!

First things first, Little Guy's 1st birthday was a smashing success.

As in cake smashing.

Exactly what you might expect of a crowd of not-quite-one-year-olds when presented with their very own domes of delicious sugary goodness! I'm in trouble from the after-effects, but my guess is that I'll get to learn all about sugar-shock first hand in December and March. (Payback's a bitch, right, girls?)

The kiddos and their respective tall people played nicely together all afternoon, getting Little Guy's second year off to a joyous, memorable start.
Lots of love, laughter, and way more loot than any
kid his size will ever figure out what to do with.

Thanks to all of you who celebrated with us, both in person and in spirit!

The next morning, Big Guy did us proud in the Philly Marathon. It was cold out(see the temperature at the bottom of the screen? Brr! No wonder everyone is running!), so we were glad he busted his butt to get the job done in under 4 hours.

Monday morning we hopped into the car for the 8 1/2 hour trek to North Conway, New Hampshire for some much needed r&r.

The label says "Cream Soda".

Our stay at the White Mountain Hotel and Resort was delightful. The room was cozy, the staff was warm and welcoming,

and the food was divine.


We drove back on Friday. 9 1/2 hours later, we were pretty sure we understood the true blackness of Black Friday.
Make it stop!


Today we made our weekly trek up to the Art Museum to meet with Big Guy's running group (because, really, 26.2 miles in one week just isn't enough). After a quick lunch, a shower and a nap at home, we went back to Fairmont Park to meet with the amazing artist who delighted us in May with her ability to capture and translate Little Guy's spirit on film.



Golden sunlight, crisp air, and indescribable happiness created the perfect backdrop for the perfect afternoon. Waiting for the proofs to be posted is going to be a lot like waiting for Christmas!


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smokin'

Sign at Zeb's General Store:

No Smoking.
If you are smoking, we will assume that you are
on fire and take appropriate action.



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overheard...

whilst stuck in traffic on the GW Bridge.

Him:
See that? We just lost 8 minutes sitting here.

Her:
Don't think of them as
lost minutes. Think of them as 8 minutes that we got to spend together.

Him:
I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.



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he did it!


Sometimes it just rocks to be married to a superstar!



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happy birthday, little guy!

I love you so much, Little Guy!


gooooooooooooooooal!

Hey, Kixx, check this out:



Mother Vision may not extend to all computers and therefore the amazing prowess exhibited by the subject of this clip may not be evident to all viewers. Check your local listings to see if you are eligible for Mother Vision. Mother Vision: A totally unique way of looking at the world.


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dear ms. suv driver,

As much as I would like to rip you a new one, I'm actually writing this letter to offer you an apology. And, believe it or not, a "thank-you". Yes, you certainly deserve both!

You see, I realize that when your daddy's shiny, new, over-priced, gas-guzzling, road-hogging tank nearly plowed into my borrowed tuna can at 1.5 times the speed of light today, I was in the wrong. I should not have been looking at street signs trying to figure out where the f*** I was as the signal light changed from green to yellow to red. I should have realized that the sight of my menacing 3 mph approach would cause you to panic. I can totally see how the very idea of me rolling into the crosswalk was enough to send you into mind-numbing hysteria. Had I been more alert, I would have totally realized what was about to happen. But I was distracted and so it never crossed my mind that you would use a blinding rainstorm and a busy intersection to verify whether or not your 20 passenger (sans passengers) Hummer could truly go from zero to 60 in a blink of the eye. Mea culpa. I truly do appreciate you alerting me with your 200 decible horn. And for making sure that I heard it by holding it down until you were well past the intersection. All bitterness aside (I admit, I was startled, even a little bit embarrassed), I know I was wrong. You had the right of way. Your light was green. Mine was solid red. And I did encroach on the intersection enough that I had to hit the brakes to keep from entering it. Left at that, I looked like the jackass.

However.

Rolling into the intersection after making enough noise to make sure that all eyes were on you, slowing down to .00002 mph in the middle of the intersection, rolling down your (passenger side) window to the deluge and leaning across to yell and gesture at me (Which? Not very effective since my windows remained firmly sealed against the wind and rain.) very much left you looking like the jackass. So thanks for taking the heat. I'm sure the guy in the car behind you was amused, too. At least, I think that's why he gave you the one-finger salute as he cut off the car in the next lane who swerved and honked at him, nearly taking out the taxi. Way to stay cool in a moment of crisis!


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hi! remember me?

It's been quiet around here lately. Totally my fault and I feel as if an explanation of sorts is in order. Along with all the typical "we've been busy" and "where does the time go" type excuses, the general atmosphere has been heavy. That dull, angst ridden, isolated, screaming-silently-in-the-back-of-my-closet kind of heavy. And while I know in my head that it would probably be better to get all that sludge out of my head and GET SOME HELP, I don't like to face the clouds. Hell, I don't even like to admit that there are clouds. It's much easier to glop on a big, happy grin, throw up a few nonsense posts and wait for the storm to pass. The sun is starting to peek through, though, so I'm climbing back out from under my rock for a much needed stretch. And a shower. The funk has got to go.

Where to start, where to start... I guess the last REAL post was pre- Amy's visit, so let's play catch-up from there.

Big Guy did us proud in the PDR, finishing 2264th out of 11,119 runners (well into the top 25%!)

Here's the one shot that I managed to get:


No, not the guy in the center of the picture. To the right. A little further. Further. Past the guy in the Belgium T-shirt. There behind the camo hat. Squint. That's his eyebrow, and in the back there you can see his shoulder. FYI: It's not a good idea to hand me your camera to capture life-moments.

Little Guy got mobile, too:


Amy's visit was nothing short of having Christmas come early. For me the beauty of our friendship is reflected perfectly in our boys:

a quiet, comfortable friendship filled with the joy of sharing.

The month of October passed quickly, but quietly.
We enjoyed some quiet time at home,


snuggled after boo-boos,


took a trip to the zoo with Cait,

and recharged after a long days of practicing and exploring.


We found a new hobby and a new addiction and got a little devilish.


Then we finished up the month with the sweetest treat of all --
good time with great friends!

Hey, how
you doing?



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