Mod Podge Sunday

While the Miller Men went to enjoy the Chilly Hilly, Darcy and I decided to get crafty and drown ourselves in Mod Podge. Both of us were in uncharted waters in terms of the steps needed to take to create the final product.

We were covering the letters of HBaby’s name and it wasn’t until we got to the final letter that we discovered the most efficient way to add the modge podge without impending disaster or bumpy, choppy edges.

By the time Barry and Brian made it home – after both completing the 33 mile Chilly Hilly(!) – we were ready to show them the completed project. I’m certain that Martha Stewart isn’t going to be calling anytime soon (Sorry, Darcy) but it was fun to do and I’m really excited about how the letters turned out.

Hilly Chilly

A couple years ago I joined Barry, Kara, Adam & Chach to do the Chilly Hilly – a 33 mile bike ride around Bainbridge Island. This year I am not taking part in the cycle-fest; however, Brian, Barry & Adam are! Brian is new to the Chilly Hilly and he wondered aloud about making the 33 mile hilly climb.

I told him not to worry too much because he might be like as lucky as me and get a flat tire on mile 22. Chaya and I had the pace car pick us up and take us to the finish line. We tried to convince the pace car drivers to drop us off right next to the finish line so we could at least look like we finished….they thought that was a strange request and dumped us  in the middle of all the sweaty riders that completed the entire 33 miles.

That was a bit embarrassing.

 

Hair Predictions

Many people have asked us about what type of hair we think our daughter will have. Barry and I both live with heads of hair that tend to have their own life , or perhaps we just don’t care enough to ‘do’ our hair each day.

Either way, if we let months go by with out maintaining our manes, our hair becomes out of control. Looking back at old pictures this much was apparent for both of us at a young age. Barry’s curls didn’t show up for quite a while, but he’s always had a nice mound of hair atop his dome. My hair, on the other hand, looked like a Kewpie doll from the get-go. Thankfully the sides have since grown in and I no longer have the swirl of curls at the tip-top.

I have no idea what our sweet little girl’s head of hair is going to look like, but boy am I excited to find out.