Cotton Anniversary and a Baby
Hello, hive! It’s been two years since Mr. S and I said “I do” at our Brooklyn winter wedding—somehow it seems so long ago and yet not, all at the same time. (For those of you that would like to relive the saga of how it all went down, you can find my recaps here.)

Don’t let the sunshine and smiles fool you, it was a brisk 35 degrees on our wedding day with a nice wind chill from the river.

If 2014 was the year of the wedding and 2015 was the year of the house, then 2016 has been the year of starting growing our family. (Chunk’s edit: Oh I see, you get knocked up and all of a sudden I’m chopped liver.)  

?Kid, here are the ground rules: share your food, share your bed, and don?t pee or poop in the house. Oh, and don’t touch my toys. See ya on the other side.? We recently spent a long weekend in Palm Springs, celebrating both our cotton anniversary and our little Squidlet due in March. The getaway was the perfect mix of hiking (or at least what this city girl thinks is hiking…we walked on a mountain, that’s hiking right"), lazing by the pool, and binge watching Netflix. At 26 weeks pregnant, I enjoyed my weightlessness in the pool so much that I immediately looked into joining our local pool club when we returned home. Turns out our community center’s over-chlorinated indoor pool lacks the same ambiance of being surrounded by sunshine, palm trees, and mountain views. Womp...