Updates on Random

I’m so sorry for my lack of updates. Between the lollipop business, Elliot, Emory, and pastry school, I’m having a great deal of trouble finding time. But check out this picture of my family? These bastards keep getting in the way of blogging. I know, right? It’s a good thing they’re cute.

I’m also in the process of trying to secure an externship in NYC and that’s been a bit difficult. I’m having to rewrite my resume to reflect my food industry experience. So to any potential bakery/chocolatier looking to hire me, it appears I have been a total slacker since 1997.

I don’t know how to do this. So if for some strange reason you’re reading this and you have any leads, or you’re thinking, Michele would be awesome working HERE! Please let me know. I’ll send you lollipops.

We took our vacation. Elliot rode up with Toby on the train, which worked out well. Emory and I picked them up in Providence. Elliot only had to be in the car for about 45 minutes. That was doable and there wasn’t as much vomit and tears because we SANG TO HIM ON THE TOP OF OUR VOICES THE ENTIRE WAY. We sounded completely insane, totally nuts. But it worked somehow.

Here’s a picture of the house we rented in Rhode Island.

It was great. Except there were a lot of ticks and mosquitos. I picked one tick off my boob while breastfeeding Elliot. That was disturbing.

Here’s who delivered our eggs.

Let me tell you, egg lovers, there is nothing better than a fresh egg. I baked with these suckers, too. It was awesome. Now to finally leave this city, buy a farmhouse and raise some damn chickens!

And lastly, here’s a self-portrait taken with Em. Can you see all my gray hair? That’s what happens when you have kids apparently. Or cats.

I’m going to try and find time to update more often, even if no one is reading this anymore. You see, I have used this blog for over a decade to answer questions about our lives together. When did we get married? Oh yeah! Did we really live in San Francisco at one point? Hot damn! Yup. Wait, we have kids? When did we have kids?

Speaking of kids, and looking back over the blog, I’m amazed at how much I’ve aged in 4 years, how many wrinkles I have attained in that time. I’m aging like a president. But it’s worth it.

Edited to add: Holy crow! I just now realized it’s Tuesday. I will upload something featuring Murray as well. I still get emails letting me know how much he is missed.


  1. Looks like a wonderful place to vacation! Glad you were able to get away and spend time with your family in a beautiful place.


  2. You (all) look happy and content. And something tells me that’s all that matters these days. :)


  3. Yay! You’re back! I was stoked when you popped up again in my feed reader. Enjoy your family!


  4. Holy cow.. I’ve been reading your blog for over a decade! I remember all of those things!


  5. Good to see you “back!” I agree with JessicaP — you DO all look very happy and content!


  6. Michele Chaves July 27, 2011 at 2:26 pm

    So great to see your post today. I adore the photos. You all look wonderful, content and happy. I’ve kind of known you for a long time now (don’t those days in DC at that place seem like a million years ago?) and I feel fortunate to have vicariously watched your life via this blog. You’re an amazing woman!


  7. I hope you will continue to post. Sometimes when reading people’s blogs I feel a bit prurient, other times touched, and other times it’s like reading a good story. All the best to you and your charming family.


  8. Ha…”aging like a president”. I’ll have to use that one. :-)

    You look great btw, happy, and your family is beautiful.


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