
Wonder where she gets it from
Sorry for the ridic long delay. As it’s turned cool and rainy again in the Twin Cities, I thought we’d share some memories of happier times (aka three days ago when we hit 88 in St. Paul). These bike photos are courtesy of Grandma Ann & Papa Mike.



As many of you know, my delinquency is due to a rough start to our second pregnancy. I’m feeling much better, though persistently behind in everything. (I know; “just wait.”) But we’re very excited to welcome Baby H2 into the mix mid-September. Our ultrasound a couple of weeks ago did not reveal a gender (per our request) but did confirm everything else is healthy, happy and normal for this stage–and VERY active, kicking all over the place, way more than Mom can feel yet (thank goodness).
Bowling!
Grandpa Dave & the uncles would be proud of me; I scored 89 last week at a bowling party, and I’ve gotten a couple of other games in, too.




Love to color
Ella’s really into coloring these days. She’s working REALLY HARD on figuring out where we’re supposed to color and where we’re not. But she still loves it. In any case, it was the inspiration for her Halloween costume this past October. She chose her own color: blue. But she also decided she didn’t like wearing hats as the big day approached, so mostly she was a broken crayon.

The costume: Half homemade, half turtle neck and jeggings

The little blue crayon herself
Playing with Berkley.


Night, night.

First swimming lessons
Last night, we had our first toddler-parent organized pool time, and despite Mom’s and Dad’s fears about the recent hydrophobia we’ve been experiencing at bath and shower time, things went swimmingly.
We arrived 15 minutes early, partly because we didn’t know where we were going and partly to see how Ella would react to the pool. She was content to sit on Mom’s lap poolside and watch for a while, clearly nervous. When we got into the zero-depth end of the pool at Maplewood Community Center, Ella started clinging like a burr and for the first 15 minutes wouldn’t let go (the “lesson” is only 30 minutes long). But she was interested.
There were plastic eggs that blew bubbles under the water, then she watched MOM try to blow some bubbles. Some of the kids did back floats (assisted by teacher or parents), and Ella almost got her head wet (but she didn’t cry at all as we went deeper and deeper into the water). When instructor-gal Rachel pulled out a floating accordion mat (think the kinds that used to velcro to the sides of gymnasium stages and walls in elementary school) and made a tent with it, Ella finally said she wanted to go under–the first time with Mom and the second all on her own (meaning she’s now walking in the water w/o Mom). The floating mat then became a boat, which once Ella realized meant she didn’t have to be in the water, she didn’t want to get off of, but she did splash the water at Mom quite a bit.
All and all a very successful first day. (Insert DEEP sigh of relief from Mom & Dad.) We’ll see how Week 2 goes…
Thinking of sun and surf, we leave you with images from sunny August at Buck Hill.

Hi-Bye!
Got us some catchin’ up to do.
Well, it’s been way too long. Ella and I made a New Year’s resolution to each other to try and post something new each week this year. This should be very easy as I think we easily have 52 photos we could publish right now, but for starters, here’s some holiday fun. We begin with Scott’s reincarnation of the photo booth for our Annual Holiday Party:


We conclude with “cacca”
We traveled to Stillwater and then Oshkosh this Christmas, arriving in WI in time to say goodbye to Uncle Steve & Auntie Alexandra.


On Christmas morning itself, we got to sleep in for perhaps the first time in our lives. We had Mass in the house, courtesy of Uncle Fr. John, around 10 a.m., then proceeded to open the rest of the gifts. There were LOTS.



After packing up the puppies and the gifts, we returned home to Maplewood (new house) to our wonderful Christmas room with a beautiful tree, where, lo and behold, there were more presents to open! Ella made her daddy proud.









