Introducing...

Phoebe Sue Swenson, born 11/27/11.
6 lbs 12 oz   19" long

Need I say more?

You'd do it too

So this morning was Juniper's first swim lesson.

 I drove to PB to watch the half hour lesson.  That's not wrong, right?

girlie cakes

When Brit was little I didn't have much experience with cake decorating (sorry Beege). But I was having fun with it when Emma came along.

Not that I've gotten any better, but it was so fun to make a little girlie cake for the bug.

I think she liked it.

Washy washy

Sink is too small. We had to move to the bathtub.
Had a great weekend with family.  What a birthday.

Emma and her posse

This is what a 13 year-old's birthday looks like these days. Happy Birthday my sweet cowgirl.

You gotta try this stuff!

I'm serious. Walk don't run.

Just for a minute.....

This morning I got up to let the dogs out and glanced up at the view from the sliding glass door.  Ya know the place between sleep and not quite awake, where you still do things on autopilot? I let the dogs out a dawn every morning and crawl right back into bed without really waking up. That was where I was this morning, and as I saw this view it registered as being a hill in Italy. I was half the way back to my bed when it hit me that I didn't live in Italy and went back to check the view.

 No, I wasn't in Italy, still in foggy San Diego. But I swear I saw this hill in Northern Italy last year, sycamores and all.  And after a brief moment of disappointment it hit me that, man, who can complain when you live in a place so beautiful it COULD be in Italy.
By this time I was wide awake so took a picture so I could always be grateful for the little things; like the view from my bedroom on a foggy Wednesday morning.