ladle of love

i will always remember the summer of 2009 as a big black hole of horribleness.

...the never-ending rain in boston, turning 30, the kids getting sick, me getting sick, macy not eating for a week, being away from josh for six weeks, and being the most pregnant sick i've ever been...

but even though the whole boston thing was a bust for me and the kids (we quit after three weeks, retreating to california to be nurtured by my parents), we did have some good times. good times that i forgot to blog about. good times that get lost in my memory of the yuckiness that surrounded my whole summer.

so, while it's 16 degrees outside, i thought it would be nice to go to a warm place and document those undocumented moments that otherwise would have gone down in flames with the rest of the summer of 2009. . .

we enjoyed a day walking the streets of philadelphia

we discovered the endless joy that is playing with cotton

we visited newport, rhode island and played at the beach and saw the mansions

oliver got his first big-boy haircut

we spent a day in concord (one of my most favorite places) and played in walden pond, walked around sleepy hollow cemetery, and had a picnic by the the old north bridge.

there. i feel warmer now.

guess i was feeling a little link-happy . . .