Ryan and I headed home Wednesday night to spend a few days with Mom and Dad. This is probably one of the last times I'll get to go home before my parents move so it was nice to be there one last time while things are still semi-all-together. Mom and I spent a lot of time looking for bridesmaid's dress options. We are both convinced that designers are completely taking advantage of people, in style, in colors (who looks good in shiny orange taffeta?), and price! It's a worse racket than Christmas! While we were shopping (at least the first day) Ryan and Dad took a trip to a shooting range. Suffice it to say, you may not want to meet them in a dark alley with a loaded weapon... (After looking at bridal paraphernalia all day, I might have enjoyed doing this too.)

Saturday night during Game 6 (GO REDSOX!), I sorted through a bunch of boxes of old stuff from childhood. I found lots of letters from my friends in gradeschool, some of them written in with decoder markers, some of them on stationary we made for each other. There were lots of letters from my grandma which will be heartwarming to read now and then. I really loved looking through my childhood books. I found several of them that looked like this inside the front cover:

This is from Ryan Heilman (Carrie's Ryan) when we were 9, living in Canada. He gave me the neatest presents; discarded books from the libary! This one is a story called Great Heart about a thoroughbread.

This is from a book I made in kindergarten, see how big my hand has grown?