The Talbots Visit KC

A few weeks ago (back when the family was running around spreading strep throat to the masses) we had some guests at Casa di Peters. See, I have this friend. She used to be an uber-hippie, and still is…sort of. Now she’s a uber-hippie running around in the body of a stay-at-home mom of three who is married to a doctor and lives on an army base in Maryland. But I bet she still has lots of tapestries. And she smells faintly of pachuli.

I love her to death, and since she was the only of my friends with a kid when I myself became a human incubator, she had to endure daily calls from me regarding every aspect of pregnancy. It’s moving, is that OK? Can I eat tuna? What the heck is an episiodomy? The poor girl answered them all, and usually kept a smile on her face throughout.

She asked me to take some pictures of her kids while she was in town visiting, but since the sickness, the never-ending basketball drama, and the overall lack of sleep in the past two weeks, I hadn’t had the chance to process or post very many. I still have a bunch of images to upload, but here are some to get you through your Monday.