Welcome to my woooooooo…mb. Just kidding. Not until January. Then you may hear all about pregnancy number two in EXHAUSTIVE detail…or maybe not, because I know I’m gonna be exhausted! Here’s the two mens of the family at a pretty little water park.

Mmmmmm, love that mosaic. My Aunt Lisa does mosaic; I see it on my Future Crafts Bucket List.

Having Goo rip through several pairs of my sunglasses has made me re-assess my sunglasses collection and pull out some old, seldom-worn pairs. Like this pair that used to be boring brown tortoiseshell–I spray painted it with hot pink paint and then Bedazzled it with rhinestones sometime back in 2009 in prep for Burning Man. Not the cutest, but functional.

Heyyyyyoooo guess what we did again? If you guessed CAMPING you are CORRECT! I unfortunately got a nasty cold from my boss and also unfortunately gave it to Goo and REALLY unfortunately our symptoms kicked in during our three-day camping trip, but ehhhhh…when the weather is doing its last blast of warmth and you have to get that third camping trip out of your system, you do what you gotta do. I gotta camp. I mean look at the color of that river water!

You can see Goo isn’t really feeling it here, but we are trying. Had to get an all-blonde family portrait in, who knows how long Joshy will keep it blonde. I have to say, I like it. Also R.I.P. my heart-shaped sunglasses–the shades were scratched to shit but I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of the frames, which are intact and adorable. And kinda pointless.

For the first time…ever, maybe, I remembered both shampoo and conditioner on this camping trip! I washed my hair in the freezing cold river and it seemed really luxuriant. Goo and Josh slept in the tent on the queen-sized mattress; I slept on his crib mattress in the back of the van. I know, it’s ridiculous! If only I could co-sleep with my stinkin’ baby, but I just can’t. Except in Portland (barely).

Josh has a torn meniscus but overall is doing a lot better, so we were able to do a tiny nature hike to a waterfall on this trip. And have actual s’mores heated up, with hot tea to go along with them, because we didn’t forget the tub of camping gear this time!

Baby M was smart and avoided the glacier-fed river water completely but his insane parents had to get in, of course! That color is like a siren song to me. Resistance is futile.

And I finallyyyyy finished this book on the camping trip. It doesn’t normally take me over a year to read a book, but sometimes I thought it was too campy (!), and sometimes I thought it was too sad, and sometimes too intense, so there was a lot of picking up and putting down. I’m happy I plowed through it; it’s an excellent book and it made me cry. A contemporary classic. I have no intention of watching the film version, which would just sour what I have in my mind about how the characters sound and look.

Next year is going to be Beard Year for this dork but I had a preview the other day of the sort of facial nonsense I will have to endure so I encouraged him to take a selfie. Extreeeeeme close-up!

Look at this sweet guy. 20 months old now, and he gives me kisses and hugs and still asks “Dis?” all the time and is getting really close to saying “Maggie” and “Bear Cub” clearly. And when I point to a picture of him and ask, “Who is this?” he says “ME” in the cutest voice imaginable.

Always love meeting new dogfriends at the park! Especially when their owners let me take a picture to mark the occasion.

Completed: “Lulu with Glitter Fern”. About a thousand times prettier in real life than in this photo, but what’r you gonna do? BUY IT HERE!

Hey look it’s me, wearing my high school overalls that fit again. Certainly not the same way they fit me 20 years ago, but hey, I tried them on last year about a month after I had given birth to my big-headed baby and it was a sad, saaaaad day that day. I felt like a “real artist” painting in them for about a half an hour, converting a brown wooden rack Josh thrifted into white. Nice and white. No earth tones. Ever. Repeat.

Remember this girl? I abandoned her back in 2010, but being me I kept her (and her reference photographs) and decided to finish her. What the hell, she’s cute and I want this painting to move on!

Fall is Falling and the blueberry bush in our backyard turns a spectacular neon red, which I appreciate. Its output was very limited this year (and also my neighbor ate all the berries in “payment” for watering our lawn) so maybe next year, fertilize! Yeah!

Here I am at work, coordinating this delicious pear to my chartreuse work outfit. Do I hear the baby babbling next door while I’m typing this?? He can now get in and out of his crib; it’s been a lot of fun around here at nap time (GROAN).

Here’s my “studio”. I found a new Australian series on Netflix called “Sisters” about three women who find out they are sisters after the father of one of the women writes a confessional letter to a newspaper stating that he donated his sperm at the IVF clinic he worked at, creating possibly hundreds of his children. The father is played by the same man who played the father in “Strictly Ballroom”, one of my favorite movies of all time. I’ve only seen one episode but it seems promising.

Oh man I am such a geek. This selfie was from a bike ride Josh and I took this summer, I never posted it. I’m experimenting here with no filters or “softening” of moles/freckles/zits of any kind. If Drew Barrymore posts her skin filter-free, why can’t I?

You know, I think that is the stinkin’ baby next door. I wonder how often he stays awake after we put him down, babbling to himself? At least he can’t reach the light switch–I moved his crib away from it a few feet. Sigh. Well, ta ta blog, I need to check out this awake baby situation.