Saturday, December 21, 2013

December 22, 2013

There are a dozen posts left unpublished as I haven't touched this space in 2 months. And I really really miss it. I'm making an early New Year's resolution to carve out more time for this blog because I truly love it and value the moments that remain frozen here.

In the meantime, I needed to take a moment to honor my sweet boy on the 2nd anniversary of the most important day of my life: the day he made me a mom.

And for now, I'm borrowing words because they are perfect.

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you’re here
Brighten my northern sky
I’ve been a long time that I’m waiting
Been a long time that I’m blown
I’ve been a long time that I’ve wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind’s eye
Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me ‘til I’m dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high
I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you’re here
Brighten my northern sky
- Nick Drake

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Dear Eddy, 20 months

Dear Eddy,

When you were still a babe in arms and spent most of your day wrapped up against my chest, we sat in a restaurant with your dad and ate lunch. You were probably 4 months old and would still sleep through meals, not even budging as I dripped guacamole on your head. I sat facing the door and a young man walked in that looked just like the boy named Sunshine from Remember the Titans and rather than swooning as I may have done in years past, I looked at him and thought When he comes back home I bet his mother loves him with a thousand hearts.

I saw him with the eyes of a mom. A memory that hasn't happened yet rushed over me and I saw you walking in the door as a young man. Tall, handsome, and so nice. You were happy to see me and all at once, I loved you with a thousand hearts.

I wonder if, when you are grown up, will I look at you and still see a boy? Will my memories keep up with how quickly you grow or will I always be 5 steps behind?

Right now, it's pretty easy to live in the present. Ours days fill up quickly and we have a really good rhythm. I don't spend the day wishing you were a baby or dreaming about you falling asleep on my chest. But I do get squishy when I sit and look at old pictures of you.

Here I go again, getting weak in the knees thinking about you growing up. I am so thankful for you and for your health and happiness and so so thankful that I'm the mama that got you.

Thanks for being my boy, my best boy. I pray every night for you health, your happiness, and I pray that all the love that we pour into you comes out in the nicest ways.

I love you with a thousand hearts. Now and tomorrow.


Tuesday, September 24, 2013


Sometime last week, Eddy stopped saying yes to answer questions and has just started saying, "Cuhl. Cuhl cuhl cuhl."

I'd say.

Saturday, September 21, 2013


Austin is glowing this weekend. We got an all day, earth-soaking steady rain yesterday and I think everyone feels refreshed today. We rode our bikes to the train station in the neighborhood and took it downtown for dinner. And we didn't break a sweat. I know we'll have hot days here and there but fall is where it's at in Austin, Texas. I can't wait to edit the rest of the pictures from today.

I caught up on the three weeks of photos I missed here.

52 photo series: Catching up

The thing I'm having the hardest time keeping up with is this blog which makes me so sad. I love this space and although I sometimes can't find the right words or snap the perfect moment, this space is the place I have kept track of my little family most consistently and when I do go back and look at old posts, I'm so thankful that moments are saved.

My friend, Sara, told me the other day that she clicked back through my pictures of Eddy from the 52 series and couldn't believe how much he had changed week to week. Not every picture is artful or beautifully edited but you can look back through them and figure out when he started walking, how tall he's gotten, how happy he is. Her comment gave me the kick I needed to go back through the camera and phone and catch up. And this week, I've made it a point to pick the big camera up again and try to capture this fleeting life a bit more clearly.

Here are the ones I missed from the last month and my current one for this week is posted here.


Dah-puh-dee face - dinner with friends and the boy enjoyed his favorite meal, spaghetti, shirtless and al fresco. I can't think of a better way.


Dorito Thief - we caught up with Papa and Woody near the end of the wait for Franklin Barbecue and Eddy made fast friends with the guys with junky snacks.


You Gotta Wear Shades - We've had the good fortune of going to Schlitterbahn three times this summer and the shuttle is by far Eddy's favorite ride. He cries, "Uck??" every time we get off. Also, always buy the cheap sunglasses. It's more than worth it.

Thanks for the motivation to get back in gear, Sass. Love ya.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Frozen Moments

Moments that you realize are good while you're in them. Moments that you are able to freeze and hang on to.

I have a handful of these. Dinner at a sidewalk cafe on a cool night in San Francisco. We ordered one of everything on the menu. Eddy's first meal. Motherhood hit me full-force. 

And this moment:

Eddy and I ran out to pick up Chinese takeout on Saturday night while Tim stayed behind to cook pot-stickers. He walked out the door, as he often times does, with a pinwheel ("MA-NU-MAH!") in his hand. Despite our best wishes down here in Texas, we are still hanging on to bits of heat but a warm breeze and loud music practically begged for windows down in the car.

Our favorite radio station played a rare version of Good Vibrations, Eddy's pinwheel caught a breeze, and a frozen moment was born. He squealed so loudly all the way (down the street) and couldn't believe how fast his favorite toy was spinning.

I smiled so hard it hurt. And I got an encore on the way home.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Dear Eddy, 19 months

Hello Edward. Please excuse my icy tone. I'm feeling a little miffed.

I stood in the pet food aisle of the grocery store for nearly 5 minutes the other day. Staring, mindlessly saying things to keep you distracted. I was paralyzed by words like grain-free and whole grain and scientifically formulated. Immediately prior to this temporary incapacity, we were on errand 3 of 5 for the afternoon. I have become an expert at timing and sequence when it comes to a chain of things to do but on this day, there was a kink in the chain.

The kink, my boy, was you.

Our first mission of the afternoon was to find you some new shoes. Overnight, your feet seem to have grown enough to make every pair painfully tight. And when baby needs new shoes, baby needs new shoes. Hoping for a deal, we hit Marshall's: The Land of Logo-emblazoned Crap and The Occasional Find. We struck out on shoes (I vetoed Tommy Hilfiger loafers and Cars velcro sneakers) but scored a Longhorns football jersey that you refused to take off even to let the cashier ring it up, making removing the security tag an extra special bonding experience for the two of you.

If I'd been on alert, I would've smelled the signs of an impending meltdown by now but with my adorable errand buddy on my hip, I was blissfully unaware.

Hoping for yet another deal, we went to a children's resale shop nearby. We waited for the diaper changing station for just enough time to let your cloth diaper liner fail and pee to leak through to my shirt. It doesn't matter what happened there next. My shirt smelled like pee and the shoes were all dumb.

Ditching plans for a deal, we went to a legitimate shoe store. You instantly gravitated toward a pair of decent, rugged shoes. Great! Can we get these in a 6 and 7, please?

The train completely derailed at this point. You wanted no part of actually putting shoes on your feet, just carrying them and begging for a gum ball, which by the way, you have no idea what a gum ball even is. I managed to shove one foot in enough to determine that it wasn't binding your toes, I may have thrown a credit card on the counter, and we stormed out, now with zero shoes on your feet.

We had two errands left: the pet store for Lucy's food and a few groceries for dinner. We went to a grocery store across the street to keep things easy and, once we were there, I decided to just get Lucy a small bag of food there rather than heading to the specialty shop. The thought of another back-arching tantrum while my arms were full was more than I could handle.

Oof. And just like that, I was wiped out. For the last month and a half or so, you've been testing your strength and power, trying to see what works. Your dad and I are trying really hard to let you express your anger while letting you know that it's not a good way to get what you want. When we are at home, the best - and easiest - thing to do is to set you down and walk away while you calm yourself down. This usually doesn't take long until you're ready to talk and be nice again. But in public, it's downright exhausting. It's hard to not just give you what you want to get you to stop. I know that you are nearing two (gasp!) and that this is all part of figuring out how and when to flex your independence. And I have to remind myself that you are usually so nice.

On the plus side of all of this, these moments are becoming fewer and farther between. There was a stretch there for about a month when you would arch your back so hard when we held you that it truly scared us that we would drop you.

And I get it. I get what your brain is doing. I understand your frustration and how it must feel to be on the edge of being a kid but still being basically a baby. I am also immeasurably grateful that you usually turn all of this off when I'm about to break and do something incredibly sweet, like ask for a hug.

So, if you're reading this when you're older, know that if you see a mom with a kid in the grocery store and she is standing motionless, looking stunned, that she just needs a second. She probably just took her kid shoe shopping and will snap back to normal momentarily.

I love you, little boy. Even when my job is a challenge. Especially when it's challenge.


Sunday, August 25, 2013


A portrait of my child once a week, every week, in 2013.

I posted this picture on Instagram a few days ago and already had a different photo from my DSLR flagged as the one to use for this week's 52 photo but this one turned out to be my favorite of the week.

Eddy woke up from his nap on Friday and I scooped him up to sit in my lap as I do most days. I was wearing a Mexican dress with bright embroidery on it and still fuzzy from his sleep, he sat and named all the colors over and over again. I confirmed every color he said - if you don't repeat it back then they don't know you heard them - and studied his little lips as he worked on each word. That little post-nap peace is just the break I need from the frenzied work that happens while he sleeps.


Joining Jodi.

Friday, August 23, 2013


Pantsless pool toss party...

... is exactly what you were thinking about doing today, too, right?

There's a bit of censorship here for obvious reasons. Tim asked me to also censor the hair on his back but that would've taken too damn long.


Thursday, August 22, 2013


I recently started digging up old photos of Eddy - funny to use the word "old" when referring to a baby - for Throwback Thursday on Instagram and wanted to share some of that love on dee blog.

We snapped this picture last summer at my parents' house in Colorado and have it framed on a shelf in Eddy's toy room. I love everything about it: his fat baby face, his arm on her leg, the fact that they are both smiling.

The thing I love most about it though is that Eddy carries it around with him sometimes and seems so happy when he looks at it.


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

What I've learned from watching Parenthood

I've learned to stand in doorways and watch.

Adam and Kristina are really good at this.

I watch Parenthood here and there while Ed naps and I do computer work. I just started season 3. It somehow feels like a more responsible decision than Real Housewives (and also we don't have cable and it's free on Netflix and Real Housewives isn't waaah). It's pretty great and has cemented my desires to have a whole crop of kids. When people ask me how many kids I'd like to have, my answer has always been "A dining room table full" and that is precisely what they have in Parenthood. (This point is up for debate in my family and I'm okay with that. Ed is the bomb and we are so blessed but more tiny little bombs would be awesome.)

So Adam and Kristina do the whole stand-in-the-doorway-and-look-dreamily-at-your-kids thing and I'm going to adopt this into my regular routine. Seems like a good way to take parenting snapshots.

Aaaaand lesson learned the hard way that you should not Google search Parenthood Kristina... if you are a season behind because a crap storm of words follow that pretty much make my head spin. Uuuuuuuugh.

A real-life Parenthood moment captured today:

Watching him play with his alphabet train. His fave. And he's soooo smart. Did I mention that he's so smart?

I didn't get as long as Adam and Kristina get - they have enough time for the eyes to get glazy. This kid allows me seconds before swooping in for a head hug. I'll take it!

Monday, August 19, 2013

Dear Eddy, 18 months

Dear Puddinhead,

I took you to your first music class when you were 3 months old. It was hilarious. You were an immobile chubby turd that could do nothing but lie on your back on a big drum and feel the music but, you know, I wanted you in music class.

At that first class, we sang 'Old MacDonald' and the older kids, who went up to age 3, knew all of the animal sounds and sang them at the appropriate times. Moo moos and quack quacks, they knew em all. It was so cute at first and then the animal noises started to torment me. I may have started sweating. It dawned on me for the first time that I was responsible for teaching you all the animal noises. And everything else.

This weighed on me for kind of a long time. For a few more months, you remained essentially a motionless turd - adorable turd, yes - but motionless and I worried that I was holding you too much or not enough and that we hadn't listened to enough music and that I hadn't said any Spanish words to you in days (or ever) and that I secretly hated tummy time so I frequently skipped it.

And then something amazing started happening.

You started moving. And when you started moving you started discovering things by yourself and at your own pace. I was just your happy provider and protector, making sure that things in your way were safe and good.

Since day one, there hasn't been a day that your brain hasn't amazed me. From your first head-bobbing root for a meal I have felt like the luckiest spectator, watching you change everyday. And I tell you everyday: I love your beautiful brain.

In July, you picked up Eric Carle's ABC book that you got for your first birthday and sat in my lap. What a beautiful design that your head fits perfectly under my chin right now. We flipped through the pages of the book and I gave names to most of the letters based on people you knew. In two days - two days! - you remembered all of the names and letters. We got you a set of foam letters to play with in the bathtub and you could pick up letters that we named. And a day hasn't passed since that you haven't carried a letter with you for most of the day.

Your next request for learning was colors. Purple first, then blue, yellow, green, red, black, white.

So if this is how it is to be than yes, you lead the way. I will be right here ready to help and open and turn. Your brain is a beautiful thing and it is serving you so well so far.

After 7 years in the classroom this is by far my favorite teaching job. Although these lesson plans are so much easier.

Love love love,

Saturday, August 17, 2013


 A portrait of my child once a week, every week, in 2013.

He saw his Papa doing canon balls off of the diving board and needed to try it. I promise he loved it. LOVED it. In fact, our arms are all sore because we both took a turn dunking him. Do I have a diver in my future?

Side note: this was a commando, shirt-only dunking session. Pick your battles, right?


Joining Jodi.

Friday, August 16, 2013


Ever taken a picture of someone and gravity done did them wrong? The first time I did this, I was snapping quick photos in succession of my friend's beautiful daughter to use in my Etsy shop. We told her to jump to try and get a cute picture of her in action. All of the shots turned out so cute EXCEPT FOR ONE. I won't publish it here because she's not my kid and you all seriously don't understand how beautiful she is but we all laughed so hard that we nearly peed when we looked at it. She look like a saggy, fat old lady.

Last weekend, I was taking fast shots of Ed at the playground down the street. As I scrolled through them when we got home, I again met the ugly face of gravity. Gravity - let's be real - is the bomb. Holds us all in place, pulls a ball down when you toss it, blah blah blah. But sometimes, it does us wrong.


Now correct me if I'm wrong (no don't correct me) but Ed is one of the cutest human beings on the planet. I got a preview of what things may look like in 85 years and it's SO WEIRD.

Also, this gif was made remotely. I'm out of town and away from the computer so I gave Tim step-by-step directions on how to make this over Skype and I must say that he was the perfect pupil. Bravo, TT.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013


Someone get me a bottle, quick.

I need to stuff this inside of it, close it up tight, and make sure I never lose it.

Monday, August 12, 2013

My Chalupa

Lemme tell you a little story about this gal.

Despite her tough appearance, she is such a little fraidy cat. Excuse me - fraidy dog. She'd fart on me if she knew I'd compared her to a cat.

From the time that we brought her home, certain things make her so nervous that I'm surprised her heart hasn't thumped out of her freckly little chest. For instance, plastic bags. You don't see these bags much anymore in Austin since the single-use bag ban and I have a feeling that Lucy was behind all of that. If we ever made our way to the grocery store without our canvas sacks and took home a flimsy plastic bag in desperation, she would cower out of the kitchen the moment we set them down. No lie. They make her so nervous. Something about the way they move or sound, I guess. Paper: no big deal. Plastic: heart attack.

The vacuum cleaner is obvs. Most dogs hate the vacuum cleaner. But the level of fear in her eyes would make you think that we are under a very violent attack. So riddle me this: she CHARGES the lawnmower. If a vacuum cleaner scares you, wouldn't a lawnmower be like that times a thousand?

When she was a pup, we took her to one of her many vaccination appointments and as she trembled on the table, we told the vet that she was pretty skittish. The vet told us that brindle boxers tend to be more nervous than other boxers. Really? Could it really be possible that the color of her hair makes her jumpy?

So based on all of this you would think that something like an air mattress would freak the heck out of her, right? With the loud noise it makes as it inflates and how it unrolls and seems to grow on its own? The stuff Lucy nightmares are made of.


It is her number one favorite spot to sleep. Trumps the couch any day. We only bring the air mattress out when we have company, which we do this weekend, and the instant she hears it come out of the bag she is right there. After unrolling it last night, I pushed the button to start the motor and she placed one paw on it as it inflated, waiting for it to be juuust right. And when we put it away tomorrow she will probably hang her head and sigh for the rest of the day, letting us know that she just can't possibly get comfortable anywhere else. Oh the drama.

So complex, this girl. My Chiquita Banana. My little Chalupa. Good ol' Lucy Case Wilson. The weirdest, most adorable girl I know.

Saturday, August 10, 2013


A portrait of my child once a week, every week, in 2013.

There is a playground at a church down the street from our house that we have only recently started taking advantage of. It takes about 4 minutes to walk there, which is about as much as we can muster when it's 102° at 7 pm. It is the perfect way to spend the last burst of energy before bath time. 


Look how much this gal loves this dog. And oh these toes. Like little raisins. Love them.

Joining Jodi.

Friday, August 9, 2013


As we were getting Eddy ready for bed, I said to Tim, "Oh shoot! Is tomorrow Friday?" Which, I know, sounds super dumb but I was asking because that means it's T-GIF and I hadn't made a GIF yet!

Fear not. I came across this series of fantastic front yard fotos (alliteration!) and I can't exactly tell you what's happening here because I don't exactly know. My best guess is that he was Popsicle jousting. In fact, I saved this file as 'popsicle-joust.jpg' if you ever need to access it in dire circumstances.

And as a side note, a friend of mine from high school said on Facebook last Friday, "Why isn't T-GIF a thing like Throwback Thursday?" Ermehgerd! It IS a thing! I just made it one last week!! Please join me! Please! I'm in Photoshop geek purgatory all by myself!

Saturday, August 3, 2013


A portrait of my child once a week, every week, in 2013.

Eddy woke up just in time to watch the garbage truck and its giant robot arm pick up our trash. The garbage collector noticed us watching and hopped out of his truck carrying a small box. We ran out to meet him and inside the box was a tiny garbage truck. Eddy immediately learned a new word - Uck! - and didn't stop smiling for 15 minutes. 

I think it made the garbage collector as happy as it made Ed. 


Dre caught her babes at great angles last week. And these shots from a new mother of two are just about perfect.

Joining Jodi.

Friday, August 2, 2013


Hey, Eddy! Come take a picture with Papa in your matching shirts!

I know. Life's so hard, isn't it?

If you keep giving me this attitude, young man, I'm gonna gif the hell out of it. (Linking for all the grandparental units out there that may not know what a gif is.)

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Like Hitchcock Only Not Creepy

There is the skeleton of a mall a few miles from our house that is playing host to a spectacular bird migration right now. My neighbor sent me a video a few weeks ago of her kids exploring the parking lot with black speckles swooping above their heads and we had to go.

We gave Eddy a bath and left our house at about 8, stopped for a six-pack of beers, and found a spot to park among other eager bird watchers.

The night that we went was one of those magical Texas summer nights just before rain. As giant storm clouds rolled in, the temperature dropped and the wind swirled around us. It felt wild and spooky and electric.

It reminded me of one of those nights from your childhood that you remember for all time. This one night, when we were kids, my parents took us out in our pajamas...

According to a friend on Instagram, it's still going on so get there if you're in Austin.

And to answer your burning question, no, we did not get pooped on.

On our way home, Tim said, "That is totally one of those things that white people do. Go watch Science." This half-white girl/former science teacher was totally geeking out.

So, am I the only mom out there that cries at ridiculous times? I going to assume I'm not.

There I was, snapping pictures of my little family on my favorite kind of summer night doing my favorite kind of thing. And I was crying.

Shut up.


Tuesday, July 30, 2013

The Same Old Story

I came across this story today about Maude Callen, a midwife in rural South Carolina in the 1950s. The photographs - originally published in LIFE in 1951 - tell a story so incredible that it inspired readers to donate more than $20,000 that was used to set up a clinic.

When I came to this picture, I started crying.

I've said it before, but on the day of Eddy's birth I felt a completely primal connection to thousands of years of women before me. And though I was the only one with the physical power to push, there was an extraordinary network surrounding me that sure did help will that big-headed baby out.

I am in love with this image. I've been there. I know the trust that this woman had placed in Mrs. Callen. I think I may just start a hunt for the original LIFE magazine so that I can hold these images in my hands.

I showed this picture to Tim and he said, "Oh wow. That does look just like you looked."

I love that after all this time - barring emergencies - when it works, it works.


See the full gallery of W. Eugene Smith's photo essay here.

And I am still so thankful for alison eden. My friend gave me the gift of being able to relive that day any time I wish.

Saturday, July 27, 2013


A portrait of my child once a week, every week, in 2013.

We daytripped out to Pace Bend Park last weekend and found a tiny strip of the Colorado River that sure did feel like our own private ocean. We got there early, played hard for 3 hours, and drove home with 2 sleeping buds in the backseat. 

Can't wait to go back.

Summer, you rule.


I'm in love with this little big boy and his helmet. Reminds me of my own blondie. And I've already pledged my love for skinned knees like these.

Joining Jodi.

Friday, July 26, 2013

The E's Knees

Thank you, Summer, for reintroducing me to these knees that I love so.

Hidden under pants and long shorts, I thought that maybe they had turned into big boy knees. No, they aren't as padded as they were a year ago but baby knees is what they look like to me.

And if you look real closely, you can see the remains of a little sidewalk burn. With adventure and bravery comes the occasional injury. Scrapes and bruises make me love them all the more. Still chubby and covered in blonde fuzz, they are enough to make me swoon.

So this summer, we are letting these knees feel some air. We are rolling up those little shorts, swimming in just a diaper, and waiting a leeetle bit longer to put on pajamas after bath. I can't be certain that these knees will be the same next summer.

Love that chub.

And PS - he held onto to that Popsicle in the pool until it was gone. Every time he attempted a bite, he made a face telling me that it was too cold. When it melted to nothing more than a dime's size, it floated away in the water and he looked at me in the most pained way. Can't quite figure them out yet.

Saturday, July 20, 2013


A portrait of my child once a week, every week, in 2013.

We had a twilight family adventure this week that I will share more about later. It was just before a storm so the sky was grouchy and the air was magic. And Eddy, of course, found the puddles.

How cool are these photos of kids in front of a projector? And a baby in a bath. Need I say more?

Joining Jodi.

Thursday, July 18, 2013


I asked Eddy today if Lucy was his best friend and he said yes.

I think that if I had asked him if cheese was his best friend that he would have said yes.

But I didn't ask him that.


Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Johnny and Rachel

Eddy and I have developed a routine over the past 6 months that I love. We have a spot and sometimes we take other people to our spot but mostly it is ours.

Our spot is La Cocina de Consuelo and it has the most delicious breakfast burritos in Austin. Maybe anywhere. Whoa.

If booze-soaking grease is what you're looking for, La Cocina won't cut it. I don't judge. Once upon a time that's what I was looking for. The burritos are big enough to share - Eddy and I share 2 and never finish - and they are stuffed with home-cooked-tasting goodness that leave you feeling satisfied and never heavy. And the best thing - the best thing - is that their tortillas are homemade. I've watched them roll the dough. It's a rarity here in Austin and it's a game changer.

For  m o n t h s, Eddy and I came here at least twice a week. We walked in each time, smiley and overly excited for our breakfast. We order 2: a Johnny (bean, egg, cheese, and potato) and a Rachel (potato, egg, and beautifully ripe avocado every time) and the same man has taken our order every time. Besides Consuelo, "Connie", he's often times the only other person working.

Okay so like I said, at least twice a week for  m o n t h s  and the most I'd ever get out of this guy was "Would you like a copy of your receipt?" If you could hear me saying that right now you'd basically be hearing him saying it because I'm really good at impressions.

I've always wanted to have a spot where I could walk in and feel like a regular and I was beginning to think it was never going to happen.

AND THEN! one day, he asked me how old Eddy was. Probably way too excitedly, I responded "16 months!" And oh I didn't stop there. "Yeah, he's a pretty big boy but he's really started thinning out since he started walking." I could hear Tim saying, "Geez, he didn't ask for a history lesson."

This was actually something to call home about. I called my mom and told her that the burrito man finally talked to me about something other than my receipt!

This recharged our burrito-having experience. Sometimes we would even up our weekly toll to thrice a week.

Oh, it gets better. A few visits later, the burrito man made my dreams come true when he uttered the words, "Do you want your regular?"


Around mid-June, they hung signs up around the store saying that they would be on vacation from July 1-July 8. On the last day of June, we savored our burritos that would have to sustain us through a very long week and wished them a good vacation! on our way out the door.

Totally not caring if it seemed eager, we showed up on July 9 and ordered a Johnny and a Rachel to go.

This is where things get real good.

As he handed me my bag, our burrito man said:

Have a good day, Kacie.


I mean, obviously he just looked at my credit card but hey.

Dreams. For real. This is what dreams are made of.

For me, at least.

If you're in Austin, get on over there. Tell 'em Kacie sent you.

No, don't don't. That makes me so nervous. I don't want to get ahead of myself.

Oh my gosh, what if one day Eddy and I get a burrito named after us on the menu?? Okay now I am getting ahead of myself.