little drifts

kombucha: I probably won't continue to drink it because the jury's still out for kombucha and pregnancy, but I very much enjoyed my first taste of this high-probiotic wonder drink (a fermented tea) that a friend gave to me. I didn't realize it was something of an upper, though, and gave some to 3 1/2 year old Ezra, who was entirely unready for a nap at nap-time, choosing instead to run and flip and jump with joy.

weatherspoon: Since she has remained anonymous on this super-engaging blog, I won't reveal the identity of my friend who has started writing anecdotes and thoughts based very loosely on the weather patterns of the Northwest. But you should read it if you need a good dose of humor and wisdom.

Australian football*: My husband Zack and I have really strikingly similar taste on most things. One of the things I just can't seem to jive with, though, is college football. Tennis, yes. Basketball, I can hang. Baseball, nostalgic and soothing. Football makes my mind wander and my eyes go bleary. And then I saw Australian football. My goodness gracious. I think it's the most beautiful and athletically diverse sport on God's green earth. Fast-moving, both because of the insanely large field and the variety of ball handling options, it's like a gorgeous cross between soccer and American football. And instead of wearing helmets and shoulder pads, they wear knee socks. Often striped. (*I actually preferred watching a whole fluid game over the highlight reel, but the link will give you a taste if you've never seen it)