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Our lovely little penelope isn't quite as little as when she arrived in our home 4 weeks ago. At 13 weeks she clocks in at about 15 pounds and about 14" tall. She's a bundle of crazy joy and I swear she gets bigger every day. Currently her ears are huge and legs go on for days. A little awkward looking, honestly, but G and I are very excited to see how much more she grows and changes in the coming months. No longer do I get to return to sleep once my husband leaves for work in the dark hours of the early morning. Once he's up, puppy's up. And once puppy's up, I'm up. 

As our family prepared for a blizzard back in New England, we battened down the hatches expecting gale force winds and buckets of rain. The storm washed ashore many pretty treasures for us to find as we combed the beaches. My personal favorite, was a beautiful conch shell, flawless and unbroken, the size of my face.


Pasta and homemade vodka meat sauce
And stormy weather calls for warm, hearty food such as pasta with a homemade vodka sauce. Food is something the two of us love to make and love to eat, and we enjoy doing this together. One of our latest creation was a creamy Buffalo Chicken Soup served over rice. One certainly does not need seconds, but cannot help themselves to take more, knowing that if and when they do they will remain on the couch for quite a while in a post food stupor.

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