Go Heels!

One of my favorite things about Hays, America, is the little bakery located just five blocks from our house. I often go there in the morning to write and partake of their lovely cups of coffee and cherry pastries. Chad Augustine, the owner along with his wife, has never set foot in North Carolina, yet has more Tarheel spirit than many actual Tarheels. His enthusiasm every March for Carolina basketball awakens my own sleepy school spirit. Today, he sported his national championship shirt, mocking all his Jayhawk customers, so I wore my UNC hat too, for solidarity. Chad sports a true blue Carolina tattoo and plans to gets another if we go all the way (something I won't be doing for solidarity, but applaud him all the same.)

Any cross-country traveling Tarheels, you gotta stop by Augustine's Bakery and thank Chad for cheering us on all these years, and whenever he manages to make it to North Carolina, we need to roll out the red carpet.

May in North Carolina

We spent the last two weeks of May in North Carolina with Carl's family. Sophie cried her way through those weeks as well. The first evening I left her with her Dad to have dinner out with some friends, I made the mistake of calling in and learned that Carl, unable to take it anymore, had put the baby in her crib to cry it out.

The girls gave me some good advice that night: never call in.

Sophie with her Great-grandmother and namesake.

With her Grandmother Sallie who can calm her almost better than anyone.

With her cousin Brenna who during this photo session really wanted to experience what her cousin's eyeballs felt like.