I love it that Beckett *understands* where eggs come from and experiences the daily gift from the chickens on a regular basis. I find it very funny that after she has gobbled up her scrambled eggs, asked for more and is met with a “there’s no more left”- she remarks – “Oh. Well. Just go get some from the chickens.”
I hate it when people send out mass emails to all staff at work that have horrible grammatical errors. I work at a school no less.
I love my new-to-me maternity swimsuit. A great hand-me-down find off ebay that makes me feel sexy and accentuates my burgeoning belly.
I hate this lonesome ache I have for my honeybees. I miss their daily rhythms, I miss their smells and I miss their presence in the garden. But, my pregnant back and bulbous belly are thanking me for not making them lift honey supers.
I love that Beckett is embracing this pregnancy and the arrival of a new baby. She has decided that she is going to teach the baby how to talk and run. She has a lot of experience with these two things.
I hate that I’m a twitter numbscull. I can’t figure it out. And, I think I’m missing a great opportunity to help the blog grow. Please give me a shout-out of if you have a clue about the ins and out of tweeting and can explain what the heck the “#” signs mean…
I love that it’s almost strawberry time. Bring on the shortcakes, popsicles, smoothies and fresh-mouth-popping goodness that is strawberry season. Beckett and I plan to eat our weights in strawberries.
I hate that I look as pale as a wintertime ghost even though it’s June and that my flip-flop tan has yet to even make a slight appearance. I need sun in the worst way. Forget heat – that’s too much wishful thinking. I. Just. Need. Sun.
I love that it’s June. I love that my 31st birthday is next month and I don’t have to face 30 again. I love that summer is around the corner and we have a calendar chock full of weddings (I love “love”), old-fashioned fairs, birthdays, a much needed summer break from work and vacations in the sunshine!