Saturday morning, 7am

One sweet side effect of pregnancy. The Boob Fairy finally paid me a visit this week. Only took her 34 years to find my house.

Wise words from David Foster Wallace

week 23

Positioned at the open window beside the bed, the bird feeder is my new alarm clock.

Hey there, little lady.

Mt Rainier piercing through the clouds

My father. 1972.

Four-year-old me. 1983.

Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbor’s House.
But I do.

I’m pregnant. Twenty weeks today. I’ll be a mama sometime around the end of September.

Breast is best (at Ronnybrook Farm Dairy Milk Bar)

Spotted from the High Line, 23rd and 10th

Found on the bedside windowsill, I was about to toss this little bottle cap in the trash before I noticed the tiny resident inside it.