Awww Man

The blog, once again, has been neglected like an ugly old hamster owned by an ADD child. I hope that metaphor rings as true with you as it did with me. The child loves the hamster, yes, but does he feed it? No. Then the hamster dies and becomes "saucy" and is buried in a neighbor's yard, its grave marked by a Sharpie'd piece of cardboard. Semi-true story.

Not related to my hamster metaphor in any way, but you all come here to see pictures of Graham, right?

I've been having some blog-stalker moments. No, don't worry, no one's stalking me. I'm not that cool of a blogger. But I am that cool of a stalker! Let me explain.

Please, Mother, explain!

Last weekend Nathan, Graham, and I visited Nathan's brother and his new esposa in Washington, D.C. As in, the home of this awesome blogger who inspires stroller/fashion/food/hair-envy in me. Her little baby girl is just a few days older than Graham, so naturally they'll get married and Graham will have some really awesome in-laws. Anyway, we were also there because Nathan was presenting a paper at an engineering conference that weekend. The rest of his lab would be staying at a hotel downtown and attending church at ... the Capitol Hill Ward ... potentially the ward of the stalkee!!

Look! I'm a Nephite!

Would I see her at church? Sit in the pew behind her and let Graham charm her daughter with his two-toothed smile? Discreetly touch the sleeve of her boutique vintage blouse and be instantly healed of both my seasonal allergies and my addiction to basketball shorts? One could only hope.

Mom just gives me this old toothbrush to chew on.

Then this stupid thing called Hurricane Irene happened. And church was cancelled.

Psh, stupid hurricane.

So I'm still wearing t-shirts and dressing my baby in second-hand clothing (not even thrifted, people, I got his whole wardrobe for free!). I'm still sneezing and not wearing mascara because it's harder to rub/itch my eyes with makeup on. I'm still frumping it up in Provo.

And loving it.

Because of these fellows: