10. Milly Goat turned 2. I made her a cake, and I must admit, it's probably the best cake I've ever made (let's be honest it isn't hard to beat the cakes from years past). I didn't use a mold of any sort, and I think it's pretty darn amazing. And especially because I'm REALLY bad at baking/decorating. I'll let you guess who/what it is and you can tell me if I did a good job.
9. Running. I signed up for a half-marathon in September with some friends and my wonderful college roommate Hillarie, which means we've been doing a lot of running and we've found lots of new places and parks to run here in Buffalo. This first picture is us running through the corn fields of Western New York.
8. Milly climbs out of her crib now which means we find her sleeping in strange places. In this first picture, I had to move the bed to take the picture. I have no idea how she got under that bed.
7. Roatrip! I decided to be brave and while Taylor studied for the Bar Exam, I made the -should be 6 hours but was really 8 hours- drive to Ohio to visit Leisy and her kiddos. Her husband was gone for the week for work, and we wanted some cousin time. This first picture is from the best part of the entire trip. And might I add that driving long distances with two small children while alone is the definition of distracted driving.
Luckily there is a Nordstrom Rack half way between Dayton and Buffalo, and we took a little detour to buy Taylor some clothes. It is the only place I've found that sells his shoe size (15!) and dress shirt size (15.5 neck, 36/37 arms) without having to order online. Might I add however that Taylor is a little bit particular. His dress shirts have to be non-iron, slim fit, collar-stay collars. Here are the shoes we found for him. Milly held them up so I could send him a picture and get his approval.
Here are the cousins. The fighting was minimal and the trip was well worth it. And Dayton has a Chick-fil-a which was an added bonus. Luckily we went before all the political hoopla and eating there was just a delicious experience rather than a political statement. The only major catastrophe of the trip was a major poop catastrophe at a firework store on the Pennsylvania border. I think the roadtrip was hard on little Milly Goats digestive tract. I would have taken pictures but I was busy being watched by employees and cleaning poop off the floor.