Blueberry picking: my happy place.

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Since I'm writing this after we've already moved to the big city I can be all sappy.

The city is growing on me and I'm so excited to experience it in every season. I'm ready to love it.


I really miss our old stomping grounds.

I really. Miss. Boston.

Also, I really miss fruit picking. Blueberry picking was heavenly this year and I just can't get it out of my head. I'm thinking a trip up to Boston at the end of next summer is a total must. I went blueberry picking last year with Henry (seen in this post) while still growing Walter inside, and it was pretty fun, but this year we went as a whole family of four and it was absolutely amazing.

A quick tangent, but I'm feeling so torn these days between adding to our family and just keeping it as it is. It feels so complete these days, so wild with these two little boys, but then I think, oh one more, one more, and then I think that I'm really not mentally capable of more...and then I remind myself to live in the moment and all is calm again. I really do love this family of mine.

We went blueberry picking the week before we left and it was the perfect send-off. The blueberries were as big as grapes, there were so many of them, and it was so cute to hear Henry as he trounced around, sometimes yelling "I'm running away!" in a cute way, and having Ryan run after him, and Walter just hung out in the carrier gobbling up blueberry after blueberry. Fruit picking is definitely my happy place. Retirement must include great fruit.


Daddy studies and we vacation! Ohio trip 2014.


Late July we traipsed to Ohio while Ryan studied for the NY Bar. Studying dads are no fun, so we like to make a getaway so Ryan doesn't feel guilty for never seeing us and so we can have fun! Really, it's so Ryan has a chance at passing since Walter wasn't in the sleeping-through-the-night groove and I felt bad. And I'm all for an excuse to hang out at my parents' in suburbia for a bit.

We went to the zoo, went to Chik Fil A, ordered take-out, went to the pool and really just had a good time. Nights were a little rough with neither boy sleeping very well, but days were pretty lovely and it was nice to be in a big home and for a bit my brother was home and could watch the boys while my mom and I went out and ran errands/shopped. Heaven!

I am so very grateful that the boys get to see their grandparents so often. I love watching my parents interact with them, I love seeing the boys light up when my parents would come home. Henry was very into narrarating whatever he saw while in Ohio so it was always a hoot when my brother or dad would come home. Papa's home! Papa's taking off his shoes. Papa's going to the kitchen. He would narrate as much as he could. We were there for a day shy of three weeks and although it was so hard to voluntarily be away from Ryan for that long I'm so glad that he could get the Bar done and look for an apartment and that we could have fun with my parents. And oh, the pool. Pool days were heavenly.

And lastly, my two favorite pictures from our time (made even sweeter thanks to instagram). The boys had tender moments with each of my parents, and I'm so grateful for that, but in the last few days I captured my dad and Henry together and these moments just melt my heart. So grateful for pictures to help ingrain tender memories into the heart.


when old friends come to town.

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I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm convinced we live in exciting places so that our friends and family can just come to us. One day I'd like to live with a more suburban lifestyle, but for now, city life is treating us so well (well, other than that towing experience on the fourth of July...but I digress :).

Sam and her husband Brendan came to Boston right before the Dilles came so we spent some time together early in June for an afternoon and it was so nice to see each other for the first time since the summer of hs graduation and as two mamas! Her little boy is a little younger than Walter, by 6 weeks or so, and they're both bound and determined to sit/crawl/walk faster than everyone else, silly boys. We ended up chatting away at the playground in the Common and it was so nice to have a little bit of Texas come to us, even for just a day. Those accents, man. I miss them.