But we've been keeping on in the meantime. Father's day was an extravaganza of pancakes with sprinkles (P. got to choose the BabbyDaddy's breakfast) and robotic dinosaurs and a corpse flower that was still closed and daring to go to a restaurant even after a long day with no nap. We've been to the beach, though we've also done plenty of lazing around indoors with movies thanks to ridiculous amounts of rain. I feel like there's a new birthday party every weekend. My MaterniT21 test came back negative and we opted not to do an amnio since all signs have pointed to Down Syndrome not being a possibility anywhere but in my head. I found a cherry that looked just like a bird and made cupcakes that P. deemed "Gross."
One thing I realized about myself this past weekend is that I can't live beautifully (or blog) when I feel cluttered on the inside. And so much of my inside clutter is inspired by outside clutter. It's a viscous cycle! But a beatable one, too. You should see the piles of stuff - garbage, donations, and Freecycle fun - we pulled out of the basement this Sunday while we tackled this most neglected of spaces. I'd take a picture, but frankly it's embarrassing to think that we've held on to that much junk. And there's still plenty more where that came from, even if it is mainly the boxed contents of the BabbyDaddy's office as it existed in 2007. That's one of his big summer projects. I can't wait!
What have you been up to lately?