bits and pieces make up a weekend

this guy loves his baths. very few things in this world are sure to paste that smile on that face like a luke-warm soak in a tub of sudsy water. it's a trick we save for the later hours of the day when life as the huckster knows it is virtually over. and it's during those times in the evening that his head has a tendency to whip back so his torso is sent springing out of the embrace of whoever was lucky enough to have him at the time, while his legs lock up tight and his hands fly to the air out of absolute desperation. or frustration. and even eating will no longer do. so it's up the stairs we go, and the second he hears the water rushing from the pipes, he is calm.

but truth be told, he comes by his affinity to bathing as honestly as ever. because his dad could spend the better part of saturday afternoon pruning his body amongst the lavender scented bath salts we keep on hand for such occasions. but i'll save those pictures for a rainier day. all i'm saying is if you're looking for a christmas present to take up space under your bed until december, bath salts and a six pack of ipr might send you into sainthood in the eyes of my darling husband. and that is all.

but speaking of my husband.

don't you just love a man in a front-facing baby carrier? we all know henry does, as long as he's the baby and smiles are optional. 

this weekend, henry and i made it our mission to take full advantage of the beautiful sunshine virginia sent our way instead of pouting at home (like one of us wanted to do!) because joey was at guards all day saturday and sunday. so we set out towards old town and spent the morning strolling up and down the bumpy, cobblestone streets. the tiniest breeze kept us company while we walked past the most perfect row houses until we hit the pier and were surrounded by sprawling grasses filled with sunshine-seekers just like us. gall darn you old town, you do it to me every time. you make me fall into straight love then slap a sticker price on yourself that you know i'll never be able to afford. but that won't stop me from browsing (stalking) your pretty streets until my henry wakes from his stroller nap and rings the dinner bell. see you next time, you heartbreaker you.

i don't know ma, i guess i just don't see it