Happy birthday to my dear husband, Alan (on the right), who is a leap day twin and is 7 years old today! (Okay really 28, but only 7 real birthdays in his entire life, so the real ones are really special). On top of being the best father possible to our daughter, you are my favourite person in the whole wide world, my best friend, confidante and lover. Thank you for cleaning the bathroom, listening to my rants, thinking I'm funny, learning and growing alongside me and sharing in our visions and passions, and for messaging me on that fateful day in January of 2009. There is no one who I would rather live my life with. I love you!

Sorry I've been scarce. Indy has been a sicky since thursday, runny nose and fever and croupy cough, and cousin Ava has strep, so maybe a little strep in there too. We're letting the thing run its course, so we've been doing a lot of humidifying and snot-sucking and homeo drop taking and honey-garlic-cayenne force feeding and nursing (it's so nice to still be nursing during a time like this, such an easy way to pump her full of antibodies and soothe her and keep her fed and hydrated when she has no appetite for anything else). She's been in pretty good spirits, though. Look at that shiny snot nose, poor thing, she hates having her nose wiped.

Other than dealing with our tiny invalid, we've been cooking (this creamy potato, sausage, kale soup). . .

chicken-stock-making. . .

in-the-dells-weekending. . .which involved sneaky-tissue-pulling (look at that face. . .who me?). . .

baby-clothes-and-vintage-fabric-thrifting. . .

cute-new-mocs-wearing. . .

girl-scout-cooking-eating (scary ingredient labels, but too delicious to resist). . .

silly-new-face-making (cut out pictures and make an Indy flip book. . .kidding). . .

She thinks she's so funny. . . and she really is.