i made a discovery as i was trying to write this week's greatest hits. i have no memory. i guess a part of me had a sneaking suspicion that my memory was shot, but it became apparent when i couldn't remember this week's events simply because i didn't take many pictures. it appears as though the memory card on my camera has replaced my actual memory. i am only 31 years old. pathetic.
this weekend had the potential of being really exciting and full, but due to a series of circumstances, it ended up really low-key, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. we finally saw watched the blindside. i do remember that much!
i am looking forward to a few things in the coming week:
*a baby shower for kelly and the sweet baby in her belly.
*taking my boy to see a billion pumpkins here.
*figuring out how to make this. for some reason this season makes me want to be martha stewart. correction: this season makes me want my house to look like martha stewart's house. (great catalog, btw. but apparently it only exists for rich hippies. which i am not.)
i promise to take more pictures this week so i will at least have something to include in next week's greatest hits. for now, here are a couple to tide the grandparents over :)
ben in his daddy's undershirt.
a conversation with ruby.
"turtle time" a.k.a. quiet reading time (something he picked up at school. momma's not complaining!)