Cape Cod.

We skipped town this weekend - an early birthday trip for Blake's 30th, a much-needed getaway to the sea. A quick stop in Newport, an overnight in Hyannis on Cape Cod. We spent our days eating Mexican food, wandering three-hundred-year-old streets, and we took a rainy evening boat cruise around Hyannis Harbor with a delighted two-year-old. 

Sunday was for giant pancakes and a trip to the beach, where we built sandcastles and held hermit crabs in our hands only to return them to the tidal pools. I read this when we got home, and I can't say I disagree.What a place to run to.  



The carnival came to town this past week, and we headed over with Hugo one day after work. Our kid is still not wild about the rides he needs to go on solo (for reference, last year), and I love him for it. Much of life is better spent with a friend or two. 



...was spotted fighting crime all over town today. You can sleep soundly. 


Quick visit.

my oldest friends visited the other weekend, and we set out for clam strips, scallops and french fries by the bowl. two of the souls that know mine best, and I'm better for it. better for the french fries, too.


A July baby shower.

My sister is having a baby girl this September - a prayed for, hoped for, so-dearly-loved-already baby girl. We threw a baby shower in Jillian's honor on Saturday, and spent it with the patchwork of women that have colored her life. How fortunate are we to have communities. How fortunate to add another woman to the bunch.


Paris, for work.

work mixed with play: a cruise down the Seine as the sun was setting (so romantic, I wished Blake and I had done it in May). a wander to Office Depot, salmon ravioli along the way. a press dinner in Montmartre. crepes over laptops. runs across the bridges, through the parks, over cobblestone and past the Eiffel Tower. seeing her again all lit up for Bastille Day, shoulder to shoulder with scores of Frenchmen, and I don't think I'll forget it. 


Blueberry picking.

I took Friday off, and Hugo and I headed out to the fields first thing in the morning before the heat of the day set in. When I was pregnant with him, I ate more blueberries than I care to admit, and I've seemingly passed on the craving. We are kindred spirits where fruit is concerned.

And so we picked, ate, carried our spoils home with us at the promise of cobbler.