Awww

Nothing much to say today. I just wanted to share this picture. How old does Amanda look here? Too old.

Seven Years?!

So apparently it's been seven whole years since Brian and I got married! We celebrated this weekend by attending the Baltimore wedding of one of his college lacrosse teammates. (The kids got the royal treatment from their Brantley grandparents while we were away. Thanks again, Joan and John!)

My husband has a great smile, doesn't he? Getting together with his college buddies makes him as happy as a beer keg in a frat house, or something like that.


Here's one of the two of us in Carmel, CA on our honeymoon in 2004. Can you tell we have no clue what we have gotten ourselves into?


Happy Anniversary, Brian. I love you.

How I know it must be August

If I were my kids' nanny, I might have fired myself today.


Number of hours with the television on? I lost count.
Number of attempts to do anything even slightly enriching or mildly interesting? Zero.
Number of times I answered one of my four year old's unending questions with something other than "I don't know" or "because I said so": Maybe one. Maybe.
Number of my kids' screaming arguments I completely ignored: Three.
Writing a blog post when I should be cooking dinner: Check.
What my kids actually ate for dinner: Chick-Fil-A.


I am lucky I am my own boss.