This is Getting Ridiculous

I've found myself stuck with writer's block in the middle of the blogsphere and I need to pee...metaphorically. It's been so crazy around here and I've been meaning to write about a million different things, but I don't have the time/energy/brain power to get it done. So, here is the abridged version:

Jessica and Matt came to visit us. You already knew this. What you didn't know is that it was awesome, even though I was an incredibly sleepy hostess. Matt made us lots of good food (By the way, best idea ever to con your guests into cooking dinner), we lounged by the pool and then they took the train back to Portland through the Gorge. Jessica and Matt did not get to go to Voodoo Donuts, much less get married there. I guess that's what happens when you actually send out save the dates--you can't just pull the rug out from under 250 people and get hitched in a doughnut joint.

Audrey is now 11 months old! How did that happen? I didn't even make baked goods! Bad Mom. Audrey is starting to think about walking, but knowing this kid, it'll take a while for her to decide she actually wants to do it. She still has eight teeth and is eating finger foods like a little piggie. We've also recently decided that she can speak, it's just in French. Anyone with an insider tip on a cheap translator, let me know.

Audrey and I went Cherry picking Friday at an orchard in Benton City (Beautiful! And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.) We now have two shopping bags full of cherries. They're calling me to make them into Jam and Pies. yummmmm

The Cool Desert Nights Car Show started last night with a parade of cars. It was so nice to be around that many real engines and actually smell some good old fashioned exhaust. There were two Goats: one plum '66 and a cherry apple red '67. Next year I'm at least entering the Riv in the parade...but only if John comes with me.

Today was CRAZY. Audrey was awake for two hours last night and John threw out his back at the parade. This means we were both sleep deprived zombies all day and we decided to have an impromptu pool party with the Mullers. It was a ton of fun, but I'm beat!

Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm not saying that to get well wishes, more just to remind myself because I keep forgetting. I'm going to be 24. I'm also writing that to remind myself because I so often just assume I'm 31 like John. It should be an interesting day. Hopefully I don't have to actually do anything. Likely? nope. I'll keep you posted.

Norbert is still 10 weeks old, the size of a kumquat and is now sucking the juices out of Mommy's brain.