It’s been a summer whirlwind around here. Last weekend, baby Will and I accompanied the husband to Chicago for a work conference he was attending. We ate deep dish pizza (and a lot of room service since Will goes to bed so early), ran along the lake in the morning, and went to the aquarium with my BFF (Will’s godmama) and her boys, since they live in the area. On Sunday I turned
33 29 for the 5th time.
Why yes, we do like to dress in matching outfits! I could get used to all the flat, cool running. Although maybe not the running in spikes on the ice during the winter.
Tomorrow, we leave for St. George Island, FL for a week. I am quickly realizing that “vacation” with a baby is not a vacation. The list of things that need to be packed is approximately 500 pages long. And with that, I better get on it!