casey coombs

the seventh seven days

sunday. monday. tuesday. wednesday. thursday. (st. andrews state park) friday. (seaside, florida) saturday. Here’s the thing about Saturday. We left Florida at about 10pm so we could get a majority of the drive out of the way while the littles were sleeping. Addie’s CVS acted up at 3am in Pelham, Alabama. She somehow ended upContinue reading “the seventh seven days”

st. andrews state park, florida

Cody’s bummed we didn’t find any alligators, but about a dozen squirrels squirreling through the bushes made him jump clean out of his flip flops. Shireen asked if we had the whole state to ourselves after seeing some of our photos from the week. Short of Addie’s elderly snowbird friends at the pool we doContinue reading “st. andrews state park, florida”

the sixth seven days.

Sorry. This one is four days late and slightly scattered. I’ve been a tad busy lately. (Hi! How are you?) Sunday. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. (Chicago) Thursday. (Chicago Auto Show) Friday. (Midnight feeding somewhere between Kentucky and Alabama, that is one tired, tired baby.) Saturday. (Panama City Beach, Florida) Things have only improved since Saturday. YAYContinue reading “the sixth seven days.”

a sort of divine accident

“The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one’s relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or byContinue reading “a sort of divine accident”

bad news beach, good news everything.

The bad news is that it hasn’t gotten above 45 degrees since we got to Florida Saturday morning. The good news is that after a Midwestern winter 45 feels like heaven and we get the entire beach to ourselves. Perfectly fair trade off as long as there’s sunshine (of which there is plenty.)

connie, cars and loyalty.

In 2009 I met a man named Chris under a dirty freeway overpass in Chicago. I had just finished a test drive around the city in a brand new bright yellow Chevy Camaro. “How’d you like it?” he asked “My husband! The jealously he will experience when he finds out I drove his dream car!Continue reading “connie, cars and loyalty.”

wherein my cats eat like kings. very rich and spoiled kings.

Riddle me this. Clearance kitty with bonus toes, one eye and a lopped off ear has had absolutely no problems adjusting to life in our house. Aside from inching closer and closer to Cody’s face in the middle of the night as he sleeps, clearance kitty has been a rescue kitty dream come true, well,Continue reading “wherein my cats eat like kings. very rich and spoiled kings.”

the fifth seven days.

sunday. monday. tuesday. wednesday. thursday. friday. saturday. This week was spent super busy with work, the Super Bowl and vacation preparations (v!a!c!a!t!i!o!n!) Vivi is thismuchcloser to crawling, Addie is thismuchcloser to asking a thousand questions a day rather than her usual 500 and Cody is the best husband ever. The weather was lovely, I hadContinue reading “the fifth seven days.”

(baby babble) bellies, bookshelves and babies on mirrors.

So I took this photo of myself to stick it to the beauty magazines that tell us that everyone has a flat tight tummy. Lies. All of it. Take comfort, most of us look like the dozen women who submitted photos of their postpartum bellies as well. That photo of Emily’s baby on a bookshelf?Continue reading “(baby babble) bellies, bookshelves and babies on mirrors.”

(big babble) sore feet, smells and stinking adorable

My feet voted on the 8 worst toys to step on. My feet demand a vacation. What do you remember most from childhood road trips? For me it’s the nauseating smell of the picnic basket. More photos from Vivi’s first piano lesson from Addie. (AWW!)