The weather here in Houston has been downright spring-like (oh god, she's talking about the weather. She really doesn't have anything to say). 80 degrees and sunny skies in January are not to be taken for granted, so Quinn and I went for a long walk around the neighborhood. I've shared with you that our new digs are just around the corner from the house I grew up in, so walks are always like reliving my childhood experiences. We went by my elementary school, the pool where I learned to swim, and the spot of my first kiss with Chance Burton when I was 11 (he had a dreamy Zach Morris haircut and wore Reebok pumps. The ladies know what I'm talking about. I distinctly remember we were both grossed out by the whole experience and I stayed away from boys for a few more years). The walk itself was marvelous and may even serve to help me lose the last of this baby weight. I think we'll do it again today since it's another beautiful day in Texas. For all my friends and family up North, I'm really, really sorry. Winter must suck.
|My childhood home|
|Atticus loves the park down the street|