Whew.

I can't believe that Christmas has literally flown by.. and now it's New Years Eve down under. And in true down under style (and casa de baby style) we will hopefully be sleeping ringing in the new year on the beach. Until then, can't help but dance.

XXX Kiki

Yes. This is happening.

And Cara seemed shocked that I knew all the words...

Hello Fall?

It's Kiki calling.

Except around here, it isn't fall. That's right people, it's springtime in Oz (and I have Charlotte spinning her web behind the toilet to prove it ... or she has decided to entertain herself by tormenting my every pee). But enough about baby spiders, there are a lot of wonderful things about spring. It's finally warm enough to go to the beach (yay!) and get sun burnt between your shoulder blades (where is Ma's awesome lotion paint roller when I need it?). I know the Australian sun is hot/awful/blistering but it isn't really summer until I get sun burnt. And with Thanksgiving last week and Christmas music starting to be played, I am trying to subconsciously tell myself that it can be Santa time while sweating like a maniac. My subconscious isn't buying it. This time of year, you should be out smelling leaves. Piles and piles (and piles and piles at casa de Newcomb in the CVL). And apple picking. And sweaters and scarves. And be able to tell it's going to snow by the smell. And see obnoxious Christmas lights plastered throughout every American suburb. Without the increased electricity bill subtle hints that the time has come to eat too much turkey and chop down a tree, how am I supposed to sing Christmas carols?

So I did what every good American should do - I baked and sugared the crap outta some pumpkin. And then I blasted Mariah Carey as loud as it could go.

See my apron!

It's not a holiday until a Newcomb does a Jaeger bomb

Pecan blue cheese sweet potatoes

Apple cider pear brussel sprouts

 I won't lie, even the pictures of everything I've cooked look good. The secret is out, I can feed people. And thanks to inspiration a la Mimi Fitzpatrick, I got myself a fun apron. And in case you haven't heard, I am in love. With a mister baby named Trip. Here's an old video from Trip's first visit to Adelaide and his first ever Belgian Beer Cafe experience (BBC is my haven, good beer on tap! Shocking for Australia) and his pesky hat.

Sorry that it's sideways... (computer illiterate, and even though I can only watch it vertically, the interweb insists you watch it horizontally) but it's definitely still funny.

XOXO Kiki

Apple cider pear brussel sprouts:
Heat 1 tablespoon olive oil in fry pan, place brussel sprouts cut side down and brown for about 10 minutes, flipping only once. Add a diced apple and diced pear, sprinkle with cinnamon (I bet ginger would be good, I added candied balsamic vinegar and it was a poor choice). Cook until soft, about 5 minutes, add 1 cup apple cider (I used The Hills hard cider, if you like to drink it, why not use it?) and simmer until all the liquid is gone. Yum!

Can't stop

Listening to this. Added bonus, he's a fox.

Stay classy, friends.
Love Kiki

For Cara

Because this is awesome. On repeat.

Love,
Kiki.

Video killed the radio star

As many of you already know, C+T don't have cable television. They do have a TV and DVD player thanks to Nan (who I am surprised hasn't stopped by with an iron yet). So we can enjoy family movie nights and all pile onto one couch, trudge the 12 inch screen in from under the ping pong table, and cushion the floor with an extra mattress. There is no sitcom watching marathons or randomly checking into whats happening on the New Jersey coast. I will admit, I was a little scared of not having a television, no access to the news or learning how to renovate the bathroom I don't have thanks to HGTV or TrueBlood. No swapping Jeopardy answers with Papa Newcomb. Occasionally, I still have one of those days or moments where I would love nothing better than to just curl up on the couch and watch something mind numbing, but for the most part I don't really miss it. It does mean that sometimes, when we are bored and don't want to read a book or work in the garden or paint at the shop, we have to get a little more creative to entertain each other and ourselves.
Just the other night I decided to sing Trip an actual baby song. And so it began hush little baby don't say a word Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird and if that mocking bird don't sing Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring and if that diamond ring don't shine Mama's gonna buy you ... buy you ... Only two lines into the song and I couldn't quite remember the rest of the words, so what did I do? Call it a night and pack up my singing voice? Re-sing the same two lines over and over and over again? Wrong and wrong. I ploughed ahead, and although I will never actually be able to sing the exact words again, there were some amazing purchases made for baby that night, including a large piece of pie, a thing of hay, and my personal favorite pants like Sinbad's. The song only ended when Toff suggested an Aunt Kiki and if that Aunt Kiki isn't great, oh wait! Aunt Kiki is always great, the end.
And so, what began as a random stumbleupon when I was back in the States turned into an actual project. It's no secret that Trip's main animal theme right now are owls (thanks to a gorgeous owl quilt made by Great Meme) and what's an Aunt to do? Why make a sock owl mobile! Pleased to introduce the newest members of the family:

Natasha and Boris

Simba and Rafiki

Cher and Sonny

And although they are still being placed sporadically around the house, they will become a mobile at some point... whenever I am done playing with them. I also may be slightly obsessed with making them now, so if you would like a sock owl ornament for your Christmas tree, just tell me where to send it. And lets be honest, even if you don't tell me you want one, you may just get one anyway.

Last night I just may have topped myself with Morroccan Lamb Meatloaf: garlic, ginger, carrots, mint, zuchinni, cinnamon, onion, bread crumb, spice deliciousness.

SMOOCH,
Kiki.

Growing say what?

It's hard not to think about age and milestones and mortgages when you surround your days with someone who changes and ages literally from day to day (and I mean Trip, not C+T's bakery, duh). Every morning I wake up and say "you are totally bigger than yesterday/this morning/the last five seconds" which was funny until it started to speed up. If there is one thing this kid is good at, it's eating and growing. After complimenting him on his growth style I can't help but be a little sad about what things I'll be missing when I leave and then I can't help but be super insanely jealous of everyone here who gets to watch what I won't be able to.
In four months I'll be 26 and I'll only have one more month in Oz and who knows how big this kid will be. I'll be closer to 30 than I am to 20 and am I supposed to feel more mature? Should I rush back to Virginia and get a mortgage and a dog and hopefully a plant that can live to the end of a week? Should I stop thinking farts are funny? Because I don't really feel that way. I'm not feeling "clucky" or "nesty", I have no desire to have my own spit up maker right now or house or new denture, the old one works just fine and hasn't broken yet. Farts will always be funny. I actually can't stop planning this massive road trip (roadtrip!) for myself when I get home. Because C+T seem to have grown up without planning it and maybe that's the way I'll roll too. Maybe I should start listening when Australians say "no worries". With all this growing up happening around me, I don't feel that grown up. And yet at the beginning and end of everyday I can't help but feel a little better every time I brush my teeth, false and all, and Homer Simpson critiques my technique.

Hugs galore,
Kiki.

The backyard pea-adise

As you may have heard, upon my arrival to Oz I became a weeder, dish washer, and ceiling vacuum-er. Since Trip's birth I have become a boombox, baby jiggler, stuffed animal collector, and gardener. Maybe his birth has kicked in my maternal instincts (no, I won't be popping out babies anytime soon, so get your mind out of the gutter), more of a growing instinct? Either way I am pleased to announce the birth of my pea plants!

1 week...

3 weeks!

Even though I followed the package and picked an amazing place, they seem to disregard the zig zag pattern anticipated for their growth. Instead they choose to clump together like tiny pea plant islands in a giant bed of mulch. Maybe like their peas in a pod, the plants don't want to grow alone either, to which I say "Go right ahead plants, pease yourselves." (Too bad I haven't planted any corn yet.) But I have planted lettuce! Check it out!

1 week...

3 weeks!

If this doesn't seem impressive to you, just remember I am the girl who killed an aloe plant. A plant that grows in cactus soil and you only water it every 2-3 weeks. (I am continually amazed that MadDog lived so long.)

For my turn in the kitchen this week, I made spicy sesame noodles with chicken, and let me tell you, it's totally better the day after:

Mince about an inch long piece of ginger (or 1/4 tablespoon in a jar), four cloves of garlic (we like garlic), and saute in small fry pan with about 1 and 1/2 tablespoons of peanut oil for a few minutes. Add to a large bowl (big enough to fit the whole pasta dish). Whisk in 3 tablespoons sesame oil, 2 tablespoons soy sauce, 2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar, 1 and 1/2 tablespoons sugar, 1 tablespoon hot chili oil (we used hot chili sauce because we couldn't find the oil and it worked beautifully, and I added a bit more because I like the heat), and 1 and 1/2 teaspoons salt.

Cook 1 pound (or the close equivalent) Chinese egg noddles per the packaging. Drain and rinse. Place in the large bowl and toss to coat the noodles. Add 12 thinly sliced green onions (pale green and white parts only), 1 diced red pepper, 1/4 cup thinly sliced fresh Thai basil leaves, 1/2 cup coarsely chopped roasted peanuts (unsalted), add your chicken (I marinated the chicken breasts in fresh lemon juice, salt and pepper, then cook however you enjoy your chicken, and chop into bite sized pieces) and toss. You're meant to serve it at room temperature so there's no pressure to finish all the cooking at once. I bet it'd be delicious if you garnished with fresh lime wedges.

YUM!

Love your hot cooking Kiki.

salmon cakes and nocturnal

Here at casa de newborn, they post a Monday through Sunday dry erase calendar on the fridge. Work schedules are copied and placed there along with the dinner menu for the week. To be fair, and so that no one is overwhelmed in the kitchen, everyone picks a day to cook. So, every week this house is blessed with my cooking pizazz.  Now, I know what you're thinking, this is the same girl who used a turkey baster to remove excess water from brownies-in-a-box, right? Yes. And this is the same girl who added 11/3 cups of cinnamon instead of 1 and 1/3 cups to sweet potato pie? Right you are. Wait wait wait, the same girl who tried to make Kraft mac and cheese, it turned out hard and lumpy, and her mother made her eat it anyway? Correct. But now a days it truly is pizazz worthy food, well pizazz for me anyway. Tonight's menu, prepared by yours truly, was salmon cakes with garlic sauteed spinach served over rice and a soy-ginger sauce. Some may read that and think, "pppttshh, big deal" but if you've ever had to eat one of my not so mouth watering concoctions you'll know what a momentous occasion it really is. I think after so many failures in the kitchen it still surprises me that I can actually make edible food. I patiently waited until Cara and Mama Newk said that it was delicious several thousand gazillion times before I was finally able to calm down and enjoy dinner. So far I've made gourmet broccoli mac and cheese, grilled chicken and my famous veggie kabobs, apple cider roast, and winter veggie baklava. I'm actually excited to try new recipes, although C+T should beware, they may have created a kitchen monster, a creative and inventive cooking monster that may not always have the intended end result. Because that's just not how I roll.

I'll leave you with a little video of my favorite band and the recipe if you would like to make it yourself, I'm sure almost everyone will make it fancier than what I did, ain't no shame.
To love and short nights,
Kiki.

Salmon Cakes:
Mix 14 oz can of salmon (the cans here don't have ounces so I guesstimated), 1/3 cup bread crumbs, 1 teaspoon curry powder (again C+T don't have measuring spoons so I guesstimated), two chopped chives, juice from half of a lemon, add whatever other spices you may enjoy (we had dill laying around so added a bit of that as well). Mold into patties, coat fry pan with EVOO, cook on medium until golden (about 4 minuets on each side).
Spinach:
Heat EVOO (or butter if you're really going for flavor) and garlic to taste (we like a lot of garlic and minced about four cloves) until its golden, add washed spinach (depending on the serving size per person, we used a whole bushel but you could use a bag of baby spinach) and cook until wilted (we did a lot and it took about 10 minuets).
Sauce:
Mix 2 tablespoons soy sauce and 1/8 teaspoon ground ginger (again no measuring spoons were used and if you'd like an extra kick just keep adding that ginger), you could add chives as well if you have some extra.

Serve with rice topped with spinach topped with cakes topped with sauce. Squeeze extra lemon as needed. Voila! I can feed people!

Happy "Birth" Day!

Dearest James Francis West or "Trip";

You were born September 14th at 6:23pm. Weighing in at 8 pounds 11 ounces, 21 inches long, with 3.5 inch long kickers! (I knew you were destined for tingers and fands, just blame your parents) Your father held up better than I did during your birth, he didn't faint or cry, (unlike your Aunt Kiki who was a blubbering mess) and was in complete control of the situation. Your mother was even more amazing, I got to see a whole other side to her strength (but I am glad your ears are too tiny to pick up on the F bombs).
You sneeze just like your Dad and have tiny elf ears just like your Mom. You make squeaky noises and have finally picked up on this whole feeding business. Normally tiny baby finger nails creep me out, but your Mom has already said I'll have to cut them for her. Surprisingly I don't mind. In fact, I'd like to cut them soon so you don't scratch that perfect face. Don't worry, I'll wait until you're already upset, so you don't associate me with crying :)
I spent yesterday assembling a baby swing that Aunt Rosie and Uncle Devin got just for you. Even though I got upset and started throwing heavy machinery around the room, I knew you'd appreciate it and play in it and swing away in it (if any one can stand to put you down for a long enough time). But even if I spend the rest of my free time assembling battery operated devices, I'll do it happily for you.
You're taking a nap with your Memay right now and every now and then she sheds a tear. She isn't sad, she's in love.

Thanks for being here,
Love your extremely happy/excited/mesmerized Aunt Kiki

Tuesdays are for us
bake baklava savory
haikus are funny

Worms in books

"When I finish a book I mope around for a few hours because I feel a hole in my heart. When I finish a series, it's even worse."

Since I graduated from nursing school (has it really been almost 3 years?!) I have been determined to read for pleasure again. No more textbooks, no more theories or nursing diagnoses or medical term flash cards. No more 35 page papers on colon resections (it's true, still saved to my hard drive, all that hard work is difficult to click and drag to the recycle bin).  I joined a book club and on top of reading a book a month, I would complete a book series in half that time. I don't know when it started but I have become obsessed with not a genre or author, but more with a continuation. I finally read all of the Harry Potter's (I know, a decade late), and moved onto the 13 book mega Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind, and it all snow balled from there. I guess there is a sense of accomplishment when they're all lined up on your book shelf, you can see the pages stacked one next to the other for two feet, it definitely feels impressive. I guess what I like is getting to know the characters more and more. If I've met you and got to know you and chose to spend time with you, why wouldn't I want our relationship to continue? After finishing A Game of Thrones I've been waiting for the second installment from the Aldinga Library (since Cara finally convinced me there was no point in adding that much weight to my luggage) and needed something to fill the gap. Thanks to a suggestion from C&T, right now I am closing in on the last and final book of the Tomorrow When the War Began series by Australian John Marsden. To say I recommend these novels would be slight underkill since I have literally spent the last week and a half with my nose stuck in book after book. And I'm beginning to get that feeling again, like a friend is moving away, this book will end and there won't be more. Sigh. Until the library calls that is.

Any suggestions?

Love and reading glasses,
-Kiki.

P.S. Does this beach look familiar?

Cara got me drunk...

 That's right people, Cara, the Preggers, peer pressured me to drink by myself. She insisted that since her and Toff are now boring-married-pregnant people, I deserved a day of fun. And "fun" in our books is classified as day drinking. To be fair I have to do research for when we have visitors (in the near future, wink wink nudge nudge) so that we may easily hop in the car and head to my favorite spot. When Cara first suggested that wine tasting be our agenda for the day, I thought awesome! it'd be nice to go to one or two places and sip on some fermented grapes, enjoying the winter sunshine.

The weather was so gorgeous it's hard to remember that it was technically still winter. Virginia summer time of humidity bathing you in water as soon as you leave your house is hard enough to handle. If this is winter, will I be able to survive the summer months unbaked? In our sunshine loving mood it was easy to forget how much time had passed, it was only the next day that I realized we had gone to 5. Yeah, 5 wineries, 5 free wine tasting for me. Needless to say by the end of the day I was doneski, and yet Cara still managed to get me to walk to the sunset. After that she tucked me in for a nap and some water, cooked me dinner, and curled up to watch a movie. It was only after the closing credits were finished did I finally feel sober again. Thanks for the wonderful memory forgetting/making day, Bean!

As you all have no doubt been able to piece together, our Ma-Mom-Mommy has finally landed! And what, pray tell, do we end up doing? Why buying baby shower supplies at the local ABC Dan Murphy Store. Cheers!

Love!
-Kiki.
(No Cara's were harmed to consume alcohol for the benefit of this posting.)

All the places you can go

My four favorite things in Australia: Toff, Bean, Belly, & Ocean.

It has occurred to me lately that now that Cara and I are spending more time together our blogging has become extremely similar. Case in point, I was going to write about our trip to see the sunset with rum and diet coke and root beer float (and giggle at the unintentional rhyming of our beverages), but alas, she has already beat me to the punch.

Shadows at previously mentioned sunset stroll

It still amazes me that no matter how much time passes, it's as if we've been spending all day everyday together. Ex: Who else would I be able to have a full conversation about how strange Ewan McGregor's name is? "Ewan, youin trouble!" "Whatcha doin Ewan?" and at the end say at the exact same time with the exact same emphasis "Whew, that was fun!"

Beach path!

My favorite tree/flower so far, the wattle!

All kidding aside, I did finally manage to make it to and from the elusive beach path alone! I felt a great amount of self pride which quickly fizzled when I realized how easy my walks could have been previously if I hadn't been such a dofus. It's been a whole lot of cooking, eating, weeding, reading, music-ing, and wine-ing (for me). C+T took me "to town" which really means Adelaide, even though it's much more of a city than I've ever lived in. We walked the streets, had an amazing dinner at a chinese restaurant, and topped it all off with gelato.

Fun multicolored doors, Adelaide SA

Future site of Kiki's baking skills?

Wedges!

I've gotten fairly comfortable driving on the other side of the road, but the more comfortable I get here the more I miss my friends and family back home. Even though we can't talk on the phone every day or go grab a beer or lounge it out together, I think of all of you often and miss you tons. I have been keeping myself busy by trying to capture C+B in as many places as I can. At least for the next month we can certainly look forward to some excitement:
Mama countdown: 6 days!
First day of Oz Spring: 8 days!
Baby countdown: 24 days! (at least that's my bet)

Hurry up and come play with me!
Loves,
-Kiki.

Conquering the Wild Wild Wests

While C+T are off at work making the big bucks, I have been left to putter around the house. When I realized I was on track to finish A Game of Thrones in less than two weeks (seriously people, why have you not read this book yet?), and I was tired of washing dishes and staring at ceilings, I went out back and found my project.

The Wilderness, pre-Kiki attack

 

Years spent helping mom in her various flower beds and gardens back in Virginia did not prepare me for the mammoth weeds here in Oz. It is nice to walk away not covered in red clay but no lie, some reach well past my waist with roots that won't budge even when all my body weight is thrown into it. There are definitely more weeds to be pulled (don't worry Ma!) and after that a garden to be planted, but at least I've got it looking like a place where vegetables may want to grow in the future.

For Alanna, he's longer than my index finger!

I named him Clive.

You were probably wondering why on earth I would be staring at ceilings, well... Ever since I started telling people I would be visiting Australia for several months to aid C+T when their bundle of joy/spit/poop arrives, they would immediately say one of the following statements: "Wait, don't you think babies are aliens?" or "What about all the spiders!?"

As every bright scholar before me I turned to ... Google. There are two species of highly venomous spiders in Oz. The funnel-web spider, which hasn't had a recorded death since 1981 after the anti-venom was introduced, and the mouse spider, which are not heavily abundant in populated areas. According to the Australian Museum "where ever you live, you're always close to a spider." Gee, thanks guys. I now feel totally neurotic safe(?) All I can imagine is hoards of spiders slowly creeping up on me while I type this sentence. Which is why (along with my weed hacking abilities) I have taken to ceiling patrol. For some reason I remember a story from my childhood, where some ancestor was believed to actually hear spiders walking on ceilings. I believe I have been granted that genetic super power. So, as C+T roll their eyes from their places on the couch, my tally is now Kiki+Vacuum = 11, Spiders who dwell on our ceilings = 0.

Much love and happy hunting
-Kiki.

Oh Sookie...

Last night Cara and Toff both had to work at the Victory Hotel, a bar/restaurant with an amazing view of the ocean front, and I was left (cue Celion Dion) all by myself. Cara ran back inside after Toff had already started the car to remind me there are no open container laws here. After having successfully made it to and from the beach with the pups and with Cara I was confident I could find the path alone. So with a rum and coke in hand I headed out, just one problem, all the times I had made the trip we had gone completely different ways. After I had walked back and forth a couple of times, a feeling that I couldn't find the "room of requirement" began to invade me and I tucked tail, missing the incredible sunset. Sad face. This morning Cara was kind enough to pull up google maps and I was in fact standing almost in front of the entrance.

After my failed attempt at walking (sigh, can I blame this one on being blond? Thanks Ma) I planted myself on the couch, successfully made a fire in the potbelly stove, and curled up to watch the third season of Trueblood (Thanks Audrey!). Maybe I'll try the path again today, I can only fail so many times right? But for now...

Love and hugs and smoochies,
-Kiki.

Winter Day

The perfect Kiki soy coffee made by Cara

I have so far learned how to use Cara and Toff's cappuccino machine (although Cara uses it best, at least I can tolerate my coffee if left to my own devices), fixed Cara's car radio that was broken for several months, and have begun a massive backyard weed destruction one woman show for their garden. I have successfully completed two trips to the beach, one accompanied by Meg and Lila, and the other by Cara.

 

Cara even let me drive yesterday! It got a little scary towards the end (and I may have been banned from driving for the foreseeable future) but at least I have been her comical entertainment. Tonight I get to go to my first birthing class with Cara and Toff, which should be interesting, even if the kid tried and was successful in creeping me out this morning. I have all day to recuperate from Sigourney Weaver like images.
Finding a job isn't going to be as challenging as I anticipated before I left, the hard part now is deciding when I should start. I think if you give me another week I'll be bored enough from dish washing and weed hacking to start my life outside the bungalow.

Kisses!
-Kiki.

You Don't Even Know What The Half Is...

For some odd reason, I can't seem to get Folk Soul Revival out of my head, and wouldn't you know the Aussie's don't listen to bluegrass. Sigh. So in meshing my two worlds together, here is a little diddy for your day.

Current Status

I apologize that I am not an extreme blogger like someone else I know, so I will try and fill you in with as much detail as I can remember...

After 23 months I left my job and began moving my belongings to 4 different houses. The last week at work was filled with many tearful goodbyes and so much pot lucking and chicken wing-ing that I'm sure I will never find that many amazing women who love to eat in one place again. My last day at work I actually showed up an hour late, whoops, and as I was getting on the elevator couldn't imagine a time when I wouldn't be riding up to the 10th floor. I can't believe how much I've already learned and how much more there is to learn, thank you ladies for letting me be my "slightly off" self.  As for my belongings, I hope I will one day find all of you again.

I spent 5 amazing days in the hills of Floyd, Virginia enjoying bluegrass, rock, burlesque, and dragons. Some amazing performances by Trampled by Turtles, Uncle Mountain, Big Daddy Love, and Grace Potter and the Nocturnals, just to name a few. The group I've gone camping with for my fourth straight FloydFest season are becoming more and more like family. And as we packed up our tents and dreamed of warm showers, it was always with a hug and a "see you same time next year."

FloydFest Dragon complete with rainbow booty

 I spent several days in Charlottesville and Bumpass rocking out with some great family and friends. Water skiing, boating, floating, and the occasional adult beverage until August 7th arrived and Dulles Airport awaited.

-"Did you leave a job behind in the States?"
-"...Well, I was unemployed and homeless when I left."

Cara and I at Brighton, first hour in Australia

So I made it, finally. After 30+ hours of traveling, 3 separate airports, at least 5 time zones, and 0 meltdowns, I arrived in Adelaide, Australia to be met by an extremely preggo Cara West. There were no real bumps in my traveling, I had no downtime in any of the airports and arrived intact with all my luggage, the only real downside was no time for duty free, sigh. Cara, Belly, and I went to lunch at Brighton Pier in a small cafe covered in Marilyn Monroe paraphernalia (and a light bulb went off as to why Cara enjoyed this particular cafe so much) right next to the ocean. She drove the long way home, down a winding road that followed the coast and cliffs and past their soon to be bakery location. By this point I had probably only slept a total of 5 hours since leaving the lake house in Virginia but I was ready to explore. Leaving Cara under blankets on the couch, I set off to find the ocean... only to take a wrong turn and end up wandering around their neighborhood for an hour. For those of you who have never been to Cara and Toffs house, it is literally two blocks from the ocean. I managed to maneuver across 2 continents and an ocean and I get lost in less than a mile radius from their house. I even stopped 5 different people, "Oh what type of accent is that, oh no wonder you're lost back here, yeah I don't even know where that street is." Maybe it's the Australian way, welcome to our country but good luck finding your way out!

I did find the Aldinga Senior Center with BINGO for all ages Wednesday and Fridays!

We ate dinner with Stephy, Toff's sister, and her boyfriend Mike, and Lila and Meg, golden retrievers, came to play too! So with a puppy in my lap and a slightly cold nose it's time to start looking for employment.

Love you all,