BART had a narcotic effect on Fin.
The streets of San Francisco (How could I post without getting in some Karl and Michael lovin’?) had me rubbernecking.
I will cop to a bit of vanity in that I am generally loathe to post unflattering shots of myself, but good god, we look like we both had collagen injections on our lips by a back alley plastic surgeon…wtf?!
We got all dolled up for the last night of BlogHer–see the necklace that less than 24 hours would be stolen from a plastic security bowl. (Deb, I am just devastated, please know I loved it for every second that I had this incredible new-mama gift you gave me!)
As I left the Baltimore airport scant hours after having arrived, I stopped at a non-goddessy espresso bar.
Luckily I found the goddess shortly thereafter and got my fix on, despite it being an “airport Starbucks.”
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that, yes, I really considered it. See ’em? They’re tic tacs. I had no toothbrush people, I was sporting chenille on my front teeth.
You made it to the bottom of this? Way to hang in there. I was gone for five days. It was good, I met great people that I failed to take pictures of, I cemented friendships, trembled too much to introduce myself to some, yet I spread my wings and really had a magical time. But coming home? There are not words to describe how fiercely I love this little family I have created.
*Sean not only bathed the girls, he took them to the farmer’s market,
an aquarium, a 3rd birthday with a bounce house and more. You are an incredible husband and dad, babe. I love you.