Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
"Oh, this is what the world looks like when you're vertical."
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Grrrrr! I'm a cheetah.
On Halloween night we dressed Reagan in his cheetah outfit and took him over to our neighbor's house. We set him down on their floor so that our friends could see the little cheetah crawl around. Our neighbor's cat was nearby in the room. The cat took one look at our little feline and hissed at Reagan and ran out of the room. I guess fake cheetah trumps real house cat.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Belgium: Mark's duathlon
Our 10th wedding anniversary is next weekend. In August we celebrated early and took a trip to Belgium. This beautiful country is more than just belgium waffles (which by the way are a dessert, not a breakfast food. And they taste like funnelcakes with powdered sugar and ice cream.) Mark raced in the world championships for duathlon while we were there. It was the longest race he had ever done, 48 miles of cycling and 18 miles of running. This photo is a picture of Mark dismounting on the fly while transitioning from the bike to the run. Reagan stayed in Nebraska with his grandparents, so we enjoyed long dinners without pacifiers or squirmy baby noises. Our trip home was made more exciting when the Brussels airport was closed due to a strike by the baggage attenders. We were bused up to Amsterdam, Netherlands to fly home on a different flight. We arrived home at 2:00 in the morning and woke Reagan up to play with him before we crashed into bed to fight off our jet lag.
Hurricane Ike
Hurricane Ike hit Houston a few weeks ago. Thankfully, we live about 50 miles inland, so the only damage we had was to our fence. We didn't have power at our house for 9 days. What fun we had grilling with neighbors, playing games by candlelight, and living with the fresh air blowing through the windows. But we missed our fridge, dishwasher and washing machine. Oh, and Monica missed her hair-dryer. It's not fun looking like a drown rat for more than a week.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Now that I can crawl I can get into tons of trouble.
Nothing is safe now, including Reagan. In a matter of two days he has fallen out of a laundry basket, knocked his head on the side of the tub, fallen off the bed and scraped his head up on Mark's greasy bicycle chain ring. There's no greater feeling than having your hair washed out with dishwashing soap. We either have to learn to be a bit more attentive or make this house a little safer. Let the baby-proofing begin.

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