“Oh hi. Hey there. Remember me?,’ she asks equal parts sheepish and impish.
Yep, you read that right? My dear, beloved offspring is counting. She even did some kind of Math the other day that completely blew me away. Granted she still can’t wipe her own butt effectively, and now of course she’s going to kill me for mentioning this when she’s thirteen and all angsty.
Speaking of the tiny human, she started preschool last month. It’s banana shorts.
As for me, I’ve been busy. There’s too much to recount, so I’ll give you the quick and dirty highlight reel with a (lightweight) promise to blog more in the future.
City Hippie, my now one year old granola business, is kicking ass and taking names. I’m still working with local businesses who carry my granolas and I even did an outdoor market last Spring. I’ll be hosting another table this Fall at the Cuyahoga County Fair Grounds, and I managed to get myself on television, which was an awesome experience.
When I’m not bagging or making granola, I’ve been chasing the tiny dictator around, eating all the produce, reading all the books (I highly recommend The Great Alone by Hannah), and watching all the Housewives. Slutty, mindless TV is my favorite; hashtag no shame in my game.
We spent the majority of our summer frolicking, on family vacations, catching up with old friends and eating our body weight in ice cream; as it should be.
Until next time, blows kiss…
What have you been up to? Fill me in; tell me everything.