Chickens, it’s Friday.
And I’m typing with a wiggly, wobbly four-month old in my lap.
And listening to a song called “Hot Dog.”
It’s a good life.
Here’s a strange, washed out photo of Theo and I, trying to figure out if Photobooth is something that might be more fun with a baby.
Spoiler alert: almost everything is more fun with a baby.
Now if only he could help me with my photo settings so we don’t look so ghostly.
Up this weekend: Boo’s first trip to Ravinia (a double header, because that’s how we roll, you know, a little bit on the crazy side), more visitors in town, finally fitting in some yoga, and getting ready for next week, which is an epic weddingshowerbachelorettepartytheoschristening kind of party.
We’re so excited to see how many good things we can jam into one weekend.
My guess is: all of them.
Enjoy this sunshine, if you’ve got it, chickadees, and enjoy the weekend headed swiftly in your direction.