Utah with the Family: SLC Farmers’ Market and Wheeler Farm

Well, since our time in Utah is rapidly coming to a close, maybe it’s time to talk a little bit about what we’ve done since we’ve been here. OK, besides that. Logan’s parents came to visit us back in mid-October, and we drove down into Salt Lake City with them for a bit of autumnal…

Chicago, with a quickness

This fall has been an absolute doozy. Actually, every month since July has qualified for doozy status. Logan got a job working on a TV show filming in Utah, in one of those classic film business we-need-you-here-like-yesterday-but-twelve-hours-from-now-will-have-to-do-and-are-you-available-for-the-next-six-months-kthxbye hirings. Ami and I stayed in Austin to finish out her summer school semester and then followed him…

Tokyo: Strawberries, Tsukiji, and MEAT.

Good morning, evening, whatever this fugue state is! Who even knows what time is, anymore. Started the day today at 5, which is definitely better than 3 but still Needs Improvement. We figured since we were up early, we might as well head to Tsukiji Market. The trains were quiet and mostly empty this morning,…

Tokyo, Day Two!

Does it count as Day Two, even if we didn’t get to our apartment last night until 7:30? Today started early. There is apparently no explaining jet lag to a toddler. She woke up at 3 and never went back to sleep. We all laid in bed, watching Daniel Tiger and Dinosaur Train, until Logan…

Have I overpacked the carry on?

Well! Well. Well well? Well?! This is big, guys. Wednesday the three of us get on a plane to go to… JAPAN. This is Logan’s and my first time visiting, and Ami’s first time out of the country. The DFW-NRT leg of our flight will be the longest single flight we’ve ever taken (13.5 hours),…

Dinner

Dudes and lady-dudes, Babaloo DESTROYED this whole tray of food last night. I was shocked—I’d really thought Dada was over-serving her when he set the tray on the table. We’ve offered chicken a number of times, but this was the first time that she really ate a good bit of it, shredding and gnawing with…

8 months!

Well, baby girl. When you were seven weeks old, back in January, I went to my first breastfeeding support group (no, I have no idea why I waited so long. I should have started going IMMEDIATELY). There was a woman there with a baby who was 8 months old. I looked at this baby, then…