We're a little bit busy...

In Toronto! 

Mornings with Dagny...

Dagny is waking up very early on my days off. But since the day she was born, our mornings together are my favorite. 

Saturday, we went to the beach to watch the sunrise. 

We walked to Mary Kate's for waffles and coffee since my parents left less than crumbs in their house. 

On sunday I decided to let the Perkins have an extra hour to themselves and took Dagny to seaside at 7 am. She was still in her jammies, I had amavida coffee and we shared a bacon egg and cheese biscuit in Cinderella circle. Dagny walked around, stopping to wave and smile at anyone that passed by. It was the best.

At home we are building forts and playing "where's Dagny?" She is closing every door 1000 times. She walks and swings her arms or runs at me squealing. She is as chatty and busy as can be. I feel like this is the best age, but I know I said that a month ago! 

A Happy Party

I know Mary Kate already blogged photos from Rocco's party, but he's worth documenting twice. Rocco is joy. Rocco is kind, gentle, hilarious, shy and sassy. Rocco is silly, smart, sincere, well behaved and wild. He loves Dagny and really any girl that is sweet to him. You'll see he only had one boy at his party besides his brothers. He is the best. What a guy and what a cheery party it was for him!

Seaside for Dinner

Last weekend I had the little beach house and the Perkins family all to myself. Dagny and I crashed their mornings, lunches and dinners. Mary Kate even watched Dagny while I went and got a pedicure. Friday night we went to Seaside and then Mary Kate, Rocco, Dagny and I stayed for the showing of Cinderella. It was a great night and I love this family the most. I'm so thankful for them and how often they open their home to me. 

Dagny and her godparents. They like to pretend she's theirs. 

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For me and for Dagny this fall...

Are you kidding me hat and pom pom?

As the weather averaged in the 60s to 70s all weekend, naturally I started day dreaming about fall. Florida, as miserable as it is all summer, is really great in the coming months. You don't get to fully commit to a fall and winter wardrobe, but a good sweater is truly your go to. Some days it may be with shorts and sneakers and other days it could be cold enough to go under a coat. Mornings and evenings are cool. But days are warm enough to go to the beach or sit in the sun. New England still trumps all when it comes to fall. But once a month of snow comes and goes and the temperature is consistently under 10 degrees, I'm ready for the beach again.

Anyway, I go to Toronto next week and am praying for cool crisp weather. When Mark was here recently, I packed a suitcase of my favorite sweaters, coats and boots so that I could travel with one less bag when I go. In Toronto I have to pick up all of the luggage and carry it through customs before I meet Mark. With a baby, carry on, stroller, two suitcases and a car seat I miserably failed during my last visit. Well a week after Mark flew back, we were face timing and talking about Dagny walking around in the city. He pictured her in her new pink coat we bought her and how cute she'd be. At the same time his face went blank, pale, and lifeless. His eyes got really big as he realized that coat was in the bag he left the airport without. And he said "the bag..." After 24 hours of thinking the bag was long gone and some stranger was happy to have all of my most treasured "investments," the airport found it and delivered it safely. While this was going on Mark had the nerve to say that maybe it could be a good lesson for me. I'm still not quite sure what that lesson is, but I do know that he dodge a very big lesson that he would of learned when I went shopping in Toronto to replace the lost treasures.