Counting our lucky stars

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7 weeks

Since you're up, do you know what these are?!

My FEETSES! And I touched 'em!

our saturday night

This is the delicious salad we had for dinner. Ingredients: mesclun, spinach, brussel sprout leaves, grated parsnips, apples, goat cheese, walnuts and fennel. [side note: I am such a mom. I didn't tell Todd about the fennel until after dessert. He's a tad bitter, as he hates it. But that little trick totally works.]


Dinner consisted of chicken, basmati rice with cream of broccoli soup, onion and mushrooms, (which Todd prepared), brussel sprouts in cheese, and the salad, (both of which I made).

YUM!

oh baby!

Sam is spending a lot of time watching things: a painting we have in the living room, shadows and patterns in the pillows on the couch. Sigh

here is the church here is the steeple open the doors and see all the people

This is where Lola parked himself during Sam's bath.

We had the best surprise this afternoon. The Steeple Market finally re-opened! It burned down last Christmas Eve and had some rebuilding hiccups, but right in time for Thanksgiving our neighborhood grocery store is back, baby! The past eleven months we've either stopped by the Fletcher General Store or the Cambridge Village Market for our incidentals. But it sucked: we felt bad for the people who had lost their jobs, we missed shopping in the old church, our old routine.

The Steeple Market was the first place we went after I moved to Vermont. The kindly manager, Mary, always stopped and chatted with us. When she saw him today, holding Sam, she cried, "Nate! When did this happen? You didn't tell me!" And a moment later, a gaggle of women were all around us oohing and awwing over our little nugget. [Mary, Todd told me on that very first trip to the Steeple Market, is the only person to ever call him Nate]

Much like Christmas morning when we stopped by for a bottle of wine, only to sit stunned at the charred remains of the church-turned-market, we wandered around the new and spacious building in awe of the expansion marvelling at the new deli department, computerized checkouts, televisons, and much improved wine selection.

It was a good day in Fairfax.