Weekend that Was

I won't remember this weekend. Perhaps, even by the end of summer, I won't even remember that Baby Girl puked piles of cumulus cloud-like vomit accented with mandarin oranges (YUM-O!) from Thursday to Saturday. I will barely remember our pasta salad dinner with Amy and Isaac. And even though I obsessed over how post-preggo-chubby I still am while I was sitting on Chris and Erin's back deck (eating lightly salted chips, go figure), those thoughts will no longer be printed on the wet cement of my brain by the time that August rolls by... But if I post just a few pictures here of this last weekend, then maybe I will remember how my heart came close to bursting over and over again all weekend long. She was no saint, but that mother in "Gone Baby Gone" said it right. "My hahht. My hahht is brimmin'."