Wednesday, February 27


02-24-2012 sam 7 months

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WEIGHT: 18.5 lbs
HEIGHT/LENGTH: at least 27 inches

AVERAGE NIGHT'S SLEEP:  We're back to waking up in the middle of the night.  Sometimes only once, but lately we are at twice a night. It's a good thing he's so cute.

02-21-2012 sam in bed 2

FAVORITE THINGS:  Measuring cups (current favorite toy), watching the ocean up close, bath time, sitting in the high chair, eating anything off of our plates, pulling hair, peek-a-boo, and The Beatles!

ACCOMPLISHMENTS: Ladies and gentlemen, we have two teeth!  Also: a trip to California (first night with a real babysitter and first trip to the beach), adventures in feeding himself, sitting in a high chair, lots and lots of new sounds, and mastery of jazz hands.

PLACES HE'S BEEN: San Francisco, Palo Alto, and Newport Beach.

02-24-2012 sam closeup

  • Relax and just enjoy it. I told my mom how I felt that I should try to get ready earlier in the morning and she said, "Ready for what?" I couldn't think of anything! I plan to do more to take it easy. I don't need to prove anything.
  • Strollers are a LOT lighter and more maneuverable without the car seat.
  • I need to eliminate guilt.  No idea how to do this, but I need to do it. Any advice?
And, for the grandparents (and great-grandparents):
Uncle Crismon is a great entertainer.

Thursday, February 21



We have been meaning to get down to California for a long time, and it only took a miserable January to give us the motivation to skedaddle on out of Seattle. Taylor had a lot of extra vacation days that rolled over from 2012 that were going to expire in March, so we decided to put them to good use. Never have we booked a trip with less than two weeks notice (thank you, Alaska Airlines and Marriott Rewards points).  Hooray for spontaneity (something very, very rare in our home).


Can you see the Golden Gate Bridge? We drove right up next to it so see if it would be more visible. This is what we got:

Oh well.

39er time! We met up with the Spencers and the Johnsons in Palo Alto for a beautiful 65-degree day at Half Moon Bay, a tour of Stanford, and Valentine's Day (date night!) at an Ethiopian restaurant. Delicious.
We wrapped up our time in the Bay Area that night with a macaron taste-off (Miette, La Boulange and Chantal Guillon). Good thing there's only a Chantal Guillon in Palo Alto, or I'd be there every day.
We really do have incredible friends, who are incredible parents. We found ourselves taking mental notes throughout the trip.




We made the 7.5 hour drive down to Newport Beach to be with Uncle Crismon and Aunt Lauren.  It was heaven - tons of sunshine, two beach days, Balboa Bars and Cafe Rio! We were too busy having fun to take very many pictures, but let me grace you with my mouth full of frozen banana:

Finally checked this off of my bucket list. Every time I've gone to Balboa, this place has been closed. What?



We may have to make this trip an annual thing.

Saturday, February 9


Busted eating laundry. 
He has a thing for socks.

Monday, February 4

yellow house


On Christmas morning, Molly Kate gave us this embroidered masterpiece.  

I gasped, I cried.  

We moved into this house after a long, long summer of unemployment.  Self esteem was low for both of us, and boy, this little house came at just the right time.  Bright yellow, with a red door.  Big old-fashioned windows that let in tons of (mostly overcast) daylight all day long.  Even the front and back doors have windows.  It is the happiest little house you ever did see, and I love it so much.  If you're going to live in a perpetually gray city, find a bright-colored house to keep you cheery.

I looked at this darling gift and thought of all the stretching experiences we've had (and will continue to have) in this home.  Lots of tears, lots of uncertainty, but so much joy.  This is where we started a new chapter together with a new job in a new city, and faced the hell of infertility medications and failed procedures.  I remember begging the Lord to please let me bring home a baby to this little yellow house, and He finally did.  We walked through the door with our new little bundle, the place was flooded with sunshine, and I've never been so happy in my life.  

I know we won't be here forever (that's the sad nature of rentals), but wherever we end up ten, twenty, thirty years from now, I can hang this little work on our wall and remember all of the incredible experiences we've had in this little yellow house.  All, thanks to a very thoughtful (and talented) sister-in-law.