The countdown over in the sidebar seems to have created a little bit of confusion. Pete’s scheduled to arrive on Wednesday, Nov. 7, around 8am. Any photos that I share of him tomorrow would only be of my stomach. And that would be a big disappointment, I know.

Scene: Two-year-old prepares to leave dentist’s office after her first appointment.

Poppy: Thank you, Dr. J. That was very, very nice.

Poppy and I went for a very long walk today around a lake near our house. When we finally got back to the car, I learned that (a) the trail around the lake is about 2 and a quarter miles long and (b) we weren’t supposed to be there. The lake and the trail are, apparently, private property, and you’re only supposed to use them if you’re a resident of Fancy Pants Acres, the million-dollar subdivision next to our humble apartment complex. The girl who told me this said she didn’t really care, but “someone” might ask for our “rec pass” if they suspect we don’t belong.

Regardless, it was a beautiful day and a lovely walk. I’m wiped out, though. I had no idea the trail was that long, hilly and bumpy.