Part One: Weddings, Cats, and Kids
We love these two! Also, why do us women all love bangs until we get them? This is a mystery to me...
I finished my student teaching. This was the best and hardest two months of my life. Love these kids.
I made the kids some awards the last day of what I loved about them. They returned the favour!
Note: I don't know what to do with my hands... and I am very much out of place.
We transported some goods for my sister. By goods, I mean a weird cat that had fur like a sheep. Story of my life: "I don't know what to do with my arms!"
S'more s'mores, please!
I wear lipstick everyday. Doesn't matter what I'm wearing, or where I'm going. The other day I put on some really dark lipstick, and Scott had to gently tell me that I looked terrifying.
Part Two: My Birthday!... and food.
I got a new watch. But don't worry about that too much, instead worry about the fact that I have to physically write "tuition" on my hand because I'm so forgetful.
I was taken out to lunch to my very first food truck! It was scrum-diddly-umptous.
Homemade fries? Pulled pork? I'm sold.
Later, Scott took me out to a delicious Italian place called Picco Lino (Picca lina? Picco Lina? I can't remember... By this point I had eaten myself into a coma).
Gnocchi, and cheese, and gnocchi.
So the other day Scott was showing our friends that he can put a tube of chapstick in his mouth. He succeeded, and I also managed to take a weirdly lit picture of him looking like he's straight out of an exorcist movie.
Caught Scotty taking a #sassyselfie.
I don't know how it happened, but Scott and I have become the happy parents of an ever growing family of plants. They truly are our new pets. We say hello to them in the morning, Scott sometimes kisses them goodnight (he insists it will help them grow... okay, I do it too!), and I like to take them outside when it's raining and we hang out together. Also, please note that I have used a water pitcher as a makeshift pot for our lavender... It'll do right? New parent problems...
Aaaaaand, we eat out a lot.
Just to emphasize my previous point: I have all the best intentions in the world to eat better. If Scott and I eat at home, we are making great choices. The only problem is that sometimes Scott calls me in the middle of an afternoon snack (cultured coconut milk, homemade granola, and fruit), and casually mentions that a food truck selling burgers is open. I didn't even think about leaving my snack behind. Long live red meat and carbs! This is a legitimate issue in our home haha.
Well, thanks for stinking around!