In the last three weeks:
I made Eric stay up too late painting the officesery this icy blue with me. The sun started staying up later too. I turned 30 and fell in love with this tissue paper. Brooklyn got pretty again. We made these blocks for the baby and finally got our Etna maps framed and hung, along with the sailboat mobile, which Eric keeps pronouncing mo-bull. I visited Eric at work. We finished baby supply shopping, mostly. I continued to get huge, continued to love my favorite coffee shop in the world, continued to love the smell of rosemary.
This cake below is many, many years old. Isn’t it weird how that makes it a little disgusting to look at? (Usually, we I look at cakes with lust and drool, but when I think of a cake from my 1st birthday party, no.)
Also, how a cake for my birthday wound up with a CAT on it is beyond me. At least it’s a generous cat who’d rather eat cake than that mouse in the corner. On the contrary, it looks like the mouse will share in the cake-within-a-cake spoils. I also like how satisfied the cat looks with her cake. Oh god, am I supposed to be the cat? This photo just got much worse.
June is a busy month for me: father’s day and nine birthdays, including my mother’s and my husband’s (in that order). My husband’s birthday gifts were the usual: music, ink, Mario Kart. Uneventful. My mother’s gifts were, um, different.
What does it say about the state of affairs in our family that I brought my mother cupcakes for her birthday, and her mother, well her mother sent her a box of knives?
Yeah, I thought so too.
Thanks for your help,