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{clockwise from top L: very funny web series, polka dot table cloth
The Farm HouseMaddie On Things}
So far, my hours haven't been too bad as far as residency goes. Most days, I have worked from 8 am to 6 or 6:30 pm. That is going to change next week when I start labor and delivery...but in the meantime, I've been enjoying spending time with Chris and Tessie! 

Chris and I really like watching Jerry Seinfeld's web series, Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee. It's hilarious. Basically, he picks up a friend (i.e. a famous comedian) in one of his many cars...and they go get coffee! We loved the episode with Gad Elmaleh (a French actor who had a small role in Midnight in Paris, a really great movie with awesome theme music) and, of course, the episode with Michael Richards (Kramer). Episodes are 10-20 minutes each, and new ones come out on Thursday nights--do it!

On Saturday, we met some new friends for dinner at The Farm House, a restaurant that--like many in Burlington--emphasizes locally grown food. The great thing is that it is housed in a building that was once the only McDonald's in Burlington

We've also been busy settling into our new home...and one project that I thought would be fun was this fun polka dot tablecloth for our new table! We have made regular trips to Home Goods, which is conveniently--and perhaps dangerously--located just minutes from our place...so we picked up a tablecloth and went to Creative Habitat (a framing/art supply store next to Home Goods) for some fabric paint. I was away in New Hampshire for the past few days learning how to handle obstetric emergencies, and I came home to a newly dotted tablecloth! 
{tablecloth made using a potato "stamp"}
Finally, I don't remember how I came across Maddie On Things, but how fun are these pictures? I'm really impressed with Maddie for being so photographable...especially given how shy Tessie becomes when we get out the camera:

{Tessie On Things?}

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