Miss Samantha is a lovely little one-week-old.  She is not, for better or worse, a particularly sleepy creature...so, for a full two-and-a-half hours, Miss Samantha batted her big blue eyes at me.

Canvas is one of my most favoritest things in the whole world. (Only people with English degrees can you the word 'favoritest.' You get a little license with your diploma.) The mom of these kiddos opted for a nine-up in her home...gorgeous! Art design makes me happy.

Oh, it was a good weekend.  3 hours of strolling through the Manayunk Arts Festival, 3 hour nap, and a trip to see Wall-E.  Which you should go see.  Because you will fall in love with a robot, and that's an impressive thing for a filmmaker to make happen.

I had a flat tire this morning...cars zipping by at 70 MPH while I looked all sad and pathetic until MattMatt came to change it.  (Yes, empowered women of the world, I *know* I should know how to change it...but my Dad is super-duper with cars, so I never had to...)  I was late for my first appointment, expecting to meet an irate Mom.  Instead, Trish was waiting for me.  And Mr. Reese, all 7.5 months of him, made me giggle non-stop. 

Next time you have a flat tire, I recommend giggling with an outrageously cute baby for an hour or so.  It really does make things better. 

For the photogs: processed with Totally Rad Actions 2: The Revenge.  Buy 'em, already.

Trains are the bomb.  They go where I need them to, allow me to read in the process, *and* they're eco-friendly.  I think I will take a train into the city tomorrow. 

A turtle. :)

How does today feel?  A bit soft, a bit dreamy, and a bit mystified.  Like this image, actually.

The other day, MattMatt came home and was like, "You're gonna have to sit down for this..."  Fearing that someone had died (why is that always our first instinct when someone tells us to sit down?), I was like, "What?"  "Tim Russert died."

Seriously, folks, I said, "NO!  Noooo....no."  like my Grandma had just died.  Every Sunday morning, Matt comes dancing into the bedroom and wakes me up singing, humming, or skipping around to the Meet the Press theme.  If I'm up early, we make breakfast and time everything to be cleaned up by 10:30...to watch Meet the Press.  It's our happy little together, intellectual, laugh-at-Tim-Russert-because-he's-so-clearly-a-geek time. 

This Sunday, they had a special Meet the Press honoring Tim.  I thought I was being a weenie, because I cried.  A lot.  Quietly, because I was embarrassed...and when I look over at Matt, he's crying, too.  Big ol' crocodile tears.

I'll always heart you, Tim.