2009 has arrived, and I couldn't be happier about it. I just love the clean-slate freshness of a new year. Don't you? I love being all goofy and getting way too excited each New Year's Eve as we all count down to midnight (Dick Clark, I will always love you.) I love how A and I celebrate each January 1st by adding another year to the "years we've known each other" count (now at 9). I love how a new year reminds me of God's daily mercies in my life, new every morning.
To start things out right in 2009, here's a smattering of photos from our annual self-timer family photo shoot. Granted, these photo shoots are one of the few things in life (along with moving large pieces of furniture and navigating unknown roads in the car together) that truly encroach on the wedded bliss between A and me, but we're always glad we go for it and end up giggling. A lot. And asking Jesus to help us get through it. A lot. I love my husband. Much, much more than Dick Clark.
Happy New Year, friends.
All our love,
B for the whole fam (including the newest little one, due to arrive in June!)
The two winning shots.
M working it as a cow in the Christmas pageant at church. She thought it was pretty stinking cool to be up there with all the kids, sharing the good news about baby Jesus. She totally nailed her cow lines, and continues to recite them (as well as other kids' lines) in bed after we've said good night.
Checking out the other livestock
Jingle them bells, baby
M and A's creation: Probby the Snowman (Believe it or not, M was the one to name him. M currently has dolls named Doddi, Toddi, DawnPen, Nan, Baby, Groovy, and Fiona, as well as an in-utero brother or sister name Cellpho. I love my daughter. Much, much more than Dick Clark.)
Poor kid. She can't move her arms. But she's warm.
M strikes a similar "I'm so bundled, I can't move" pose.
Ready to roll in mom's sunglasses
Nice run, M.
E takes a turn.
Success!
Eventually, E just started throwing her body down the hill. Very entertaining. Who needs a sled?
Snow babies.
The two winning shots.
E helping prepare a yummy winter dinner
M working it as a cow in the Christmas pageant at church. She thought it was pretty stinking cool to be up there with all the kids, sharing the good news about baby Jesus. She totally nailed her cow lines, and continues to recite them (as well as other kids' lines) in bed after we've said good night.
Checking out the other livestock
Jingle them bells, baby
M and A's creation: Probby the Snowman (Believe it or not, M was the one to name him. M currently has dolls named Doddi, Toddi, DawnPen, Nan, Baby, Groovy, and Fiona, as well as an in-utero brother or sister name Cellpho. I love my daughter. Much, much more than Dick Clark.)