Our anniversary, and an avocado thief

Two years ago, I packed a still-wheelchair-bound Seth up into his then-new truck, and we drove to Maine for the long weekend, where we got married on a Tuesday afternoon on the shores of Bear Pond.

Last year, we flew to Boston and then road tripped to Bar Harbor, where we celebrated a big first year of marriage with lobster mac & cheese and blueberry beer. (I was almost four months pregnant with Finley, so I had to ration the latter.)

Finley doesn't particularly care for airports or road trips. So this year we stayed closer to home: we toasted another year with beer and guac at our favorite baby-friendly restaurant, Fish Taco. Finley danced on the table, ate most of the guac, and got into the chips.

We wouldn't have had it any other way.

It is literally incredible the extent to which your life can change in such a short period of time. We agreed over negro modelos (scooted far our of Finley's remarkable reach) that year two has definitely been a success- the shortage of uninterrupted dinners notwithstanding.

Because Finley likes to celebrate big, we took her to her first water park this weekend, which immediately reminded us that she was overdue for her shots. I think water parks are the height of filth, but she had a blast and it was contagious (no pun intended). Even I waded into the ringworm-infested waters with her (but not before making the next-available appointment for those shots.) We spent most of the afternoon trying to keep a hat and sunblock on our translucent-white baby's bald head, but she splashed to her heart's content until she was utterly exhausted (a tired Finley is a true rarity):

We spent the rest of the weekend relaxing at home, which is always a nice change for us. Seth is transitioning to his summer schedule (much to my envy) and is using his newly-acquired free time to train for the upcoming IPC Nationals. Of course Finley wants to help.

I was mostly excited to try out our new Osprey baby backpack. Seth and Finley indulged me with a Sunday evening walk along the canal, which always reminds me how lucky we are to live where we do- not a sentiment I generally feel during the commuting workweek. We got a kick out of the backpack, even if Finley's still a little too small for it. She did an alarming amount of bouncing, but had a blast grabbing at leaves (and slapping Dad in the back of the head as if to say "giddyap".) And then eventually fell asleep. That thing is worth its weight in gold.

Yesterday we braved traffic and Walter Reed parking, and got her those overdue shots. She was a champ about them, although we always get excited about the "this will make her really sleepy" admonition until we remember that Finley is immune to that particular side effect.

(This was an hour or so after she got the pincushion treatment, fishing the avocados out of our dinner salad and eating them.)

If that's not the photo of the week, I don't know what is. Although I thought this one was pretty funny too, of the card with my "work" anniversary flowers. (Lucky me, I also got "home" anniversary flowers.) Apparently, Seth's allegedly-much-sweeter message got lost in translation, which cracked us up.