Genevieve had school pictures this week. I asked her to show me her picture smile.
I clearly need to iron my husband's pants.
He is incapable of doing so.
G had her 2 year well baby visit.
She busied herself by writing notes on the floor.
Ew.
She weighed in at 30 lbs, but we were unable to get a height on her. She refused to cooperate.
She's not like her mother in that sense.
I encourage everyone to reassure me that I am 71 inches tall but I have no interest in stepping on that scale, thank you very much.
On Saturday morning we went to support Trinity as he ran a 5K.
As the runners took off G started yelling "run, run!"
So I illegally entered the race at the very end pushing my daughter in an unjogging stroller.
My Britax served me well as I did a mix of crazy race walking and jogging.
On Saturday night we celebrated Stephanie and Kevin at a little reception at The Alexander hotel.
My precious Steph was the tallest she has ever been in some fabulous heels.
Alas, I'm still a head taller.
I ordered my first Moscow Mule at the bar. Our bartender turned and said to the other guys, "Get ready, we're going to be making a lot of these. Everyone is going to want to know what is in that lady's cup."
So true.
Who can resist that gorgeous little copper mug?
I almost ordered copper mugs for T's birthday, because if InStyle says they're good, you know they are.
I'm glad I tried the drink out before buying the essential barware.
They are very light and refreshing with vodka, ginger beer, and lime juice.
You all are probably like, duh Betsy, those are so 2012.
T followed up his mule with a whiskey drink that looked a bit girly.
Congrats to Steph and Kevin.




































