Catch Up

Here are a few pics to show you guys what we've been up to...I'm realizing I'm not grand at documenting our lives, maybe it's time for me to get on that train. As a verbal catch-up, real quick, Lucy and Rowan will be 7 and 1 next month, Ryan will be 27 on the 13th. Rowan has 6 teeth, and she is not walking...yet. She eats everything you put in front of her, whether or not it's food. Here's a recap in photos. January-- Rowan walking down the hall with daddy.

Rowan, me, Carly (good friend from Newport), Sophia; her 18 month old daughter. In Eugene, on Rowan's and my Oregon road trip.

Lucy reading! Her favorite activity. She reads every night before bed, and has inspired me to do the same. I'm currently 3 quarters of the way through Paddy Clarke, ha ha ha.

February. Rowan in her cow jammies and her shiny red shoes. She wore them only once, to Valentine's Day dinner at Auntie Deb's.

Feb/March (?). Once Rowan learned to pull herself up in the crib, she learned to pull herself up onto anything. I like this picture -- it looks like she's posing.

Love this too-- I can't quite tell what that look on her face is. She just looks very obedient, but with the look of shenanigans in her eyes.

Testing...Testing...Houston! We have one!!

YESS! I have finally found a spot in the house where our pilfered internet allows me to upload pictures! I'm back everyone, and I'm better than freakin-ever!!

This above pic was taken in a cafe in Eugene, OR when Rowan and I went down to take the new Volvo for a test run, and to visit my brother and long lost high school friends...life long friends really, let's not limit it to high school.

Also, my new obsession with Facebook status updates (and the fact that I couldn't get pics to load up here) has made the blog take a backseat. But no more, I assure you. I will add though, the only spot, where I stand now, yes, stand, is in the kitchen in the far corner -- to the right of the sink, for those who know the layout of my house -- and after being on my feet all day at work, I'm ready to get off of them; i.e., not type up my life story on my blog while standing in my red WSU sweatpants (thanks Dad, I still have them) in front of the kitchen window. This free show for the town-home dwellers has gone on long enough....I'll be here all week! Try the veal; it's phenomenal.