Young Love

Baby Bean, meet {Baby Tay}

your future wife. no pressure.

Look, she's waving.

And totally batting those lashes at you.

She has lashes AND eyebrows now.

ooo-la-la.

We should probably figure out your name soon-ish.

Not sure she wants to fall in love with a boy named "Bean."

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Whim Wham Weekend #17

{highlights}

1). Found Mr. Lincoln on the sidewalk. mo' money mo' problems? Nah.

2). {Bob's biscuits} There was this one time, I ordered four. Perhaps the best day of my life.

3). {Martha's Mac&Cheese} I braved the kitchen during a 96 degree afternoon to make it. Yes. It was worth all the sweat and tears. And yes, I was in my underwear the entire time.

4). Football. All the live long {sun}day.

5). A friend just gave me the heads up about these glory bombs, found locally {here}. Oh yeah. They're called: bonbonbunbuns. No big deal.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

So Fresh and So Clean Clean

{1 bucket=shower in Africa. Squeaky clean}

If I believed in the Chinese Zodiac calendar, then I would dub 2011 as the Year of the Water Heater.

{the extent of my superstitious beliefs is when I read a fortune cookie and add "in bed" at the end}

We're still recovering from {this} night, so when our hot water turned cold this week we promptly called a professional and shivered through a 3.6 minute shower in the meantime.

For 3.6 minutes I wished I had my "summer as a boy" short hair again.

Maybe the Big Guy in the Sky is trying to teach us to never take warm water for granted?

Maybe we're being prepared for life back in Rwanda. The Land of a Thousand Hills and Cold Bucket Showers.

Maybe this is all just a part of being an adult.

Oooh. so deep.

hello goosebumps.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Indian Summer

{ummm. ok oregon. ok}

There I was.

Guzzling down a pumpkin spice latte and flipping through H&M's Fall collection.

I thought it was Fall. September. Crisp. Cold.

And then I found myself sitting in Reser Stadium for some college football action.

No. Sitting isn't the right word.

melting.

That's it.

When I stood up, I'm pretty sure everyone around me breathed a sigh of relief when they

realized the huge spot on my shorts was only sweat.

no, my water didn't break.

But I'm sure when it does, I will be in a very public place.

This is my life we're talking about.

Then I'll draw a cartoon about it, and we can all have a good

laugh.

bada bing bada boom

Love, Peace, and Iced Pumpkin Spice Lattes.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

I Get Presents Today, Right?

{via}

Happy Labor Day!

Ahhh. yes.

Labor has a whole new meaning for me this year.

Today I am reminded of baby labor.

the epitome of hard work.

Which I will be experiencing in a matter of weeks.

Perhaps for hours. or days on end.

Yeah.

I'm sooooo not lifting a finger today.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Oh September, You got me

{final summer nights}

Warm breeze. Rooftop view. Portland lights.

{this} is one of my favorite places in the city.

Probably helps that we always get a little (a lotta) pampered when we go.

like, Sushi/Chicken/Salmon/Scallops/Steak/Fried Rice/Ice Cream/3 bottles of Prosecco-pampered.

{special treatment for the bump. I'm such a diva}

I was having such a good time, that I stayed behind while Daniel went down the street a few blocks to do his fantasy football draft.

free ice cream>football season

Baby Bean was on my side with this one too.

shhh. don't tell the stud hubs I said that.

As the summer sun goes down, I realize that the warmth of life truly comes from relationships and living fully, in community.

Maybe it's the hormones.

Maybe it's the growing up.

Maybe it's the truth.

...

It's the truth.

For sure.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Buddha Belly

{27 Weeks. and popping}

My belly button is officially an outie now!

Baby Bean is way way bigger than a bean now. He's the size of an eggplant.

Kids these days.

They grow up too fast.

sniffle.

Sometimes our energetic eggplant will kick Daniel in the back while we're trying to sleep.

Especially when a certain daddy-to-be is snoring.

Oh wait.

That's my foot.

Sorry babe.

And in other-equally-exciting news...I made {THIS} recipe again.

It was delicious, but we realized something was missing as we chomped away.

Oh yeah.

The shards of glass.

Yes. That would be sarcasm.

P.S. I'm definitely rocking the pre-pregnancy skinny jeans in that photo.

However

I'm definitely rocking the plumber's crack in the back.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}