Signing Off

Juliet:  'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone--
And yet no farther than a wan-ton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Romeo: I would I were thy bird.

Juliet: Sweet, so would I,
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Everyone needs a little Shakespeare to start their morning!  My original intent for the blog this morning consisted of a small dose of whimsy with a splash of sweet excitement.  The dose and splash quickly dissipated as a strong wave of "farewell" came swooshing in.  And then to top it off, Juliet's farewell to Romeo entered my sunroom of thought and won the prize...how's that for a train of thought?  Choo-Choo!

So, it's with such sweet sorrow that I say farewell...until the 4th's morrow. :)

TWO MORE DAYS!!!

I never believed in Santa Clause.  Not sure if this is because my parents never pushed the subject, or if I was simply too mature for my own good (yes, that's sarcasm). 

Regardless of the reason, Christmas Eve night was met with excitement and several sleepless hours.  I normally slept with my door open, but on Christmas Eve, Mom & Pop Elves would shut my door so they could scurry about and fill our stockings.  My bedroom was positioned over our living room, so I could hear the crinkle of plastic bags and the soft murmur of my parents' excitement.  Christmas Eve required patience and a good dose of self-control when I was tiny.

That has carried out to present day.  If you measured my excitement at this very moment, you'd see the arrow swing off the charts.  Only two more days distance us from spending ten days with family.  My To Do Lists are starting to get attention, and by my attire as of late, you'd realize I've already packed my clothes.  It's not Christmas Eve, but this is so much better.  Mom & Pop Elves are the gift themselves!!!

Stuffed Dog: $25

It all started with my obsession of stuffed animals.  I have a mother who never quite grew out of her love for plush toys, and she passed that along to her two girls.  Between the two of us, Holly and I have enough stuffed animals to fill the west side section of Toys R Us.  At one time my collection of friends was out of control, so my parents installed a corner hammock.  All of my beloved companions lived on Hammock St. for a while, until the block party was too rambunctious, causing the street to cave in. 

More than often I will find Hutch positioned like a stuffed toy.  Whether he's sitting, laying, or sprawled out in relaxation, he has a knack for appearing fake...or should we just say adorable?  He's too cute for words sometimes.  Today after we took our daily lunch walk, he sat down and just waited patiently for me to release him from the confines of his leash and harness.  And even when those were removed, he still sat there, looking up at me, waiting patiently for his cookie.  The only thing that moved were his long black eyelashes, as they adoringly batted my way. 

I still love stuffed animals, and I happen to have made my past imagination come to life through this tiny dog.  I no longer need to imagine a dog running down the hall beside me or a teddy bear that warms my lap...I've got one!!!

Hey, What's That!?

A brisk morning greeted us today.  Blades of grass were gently frosted with a silver lining, and the fog settled atop the highest trees.  Even the sun seemed a bit hesitant to poke her face out from under her mountain covers. 
Hutch discovered something new today--his breath!  I'm not sure if he realized the small poof of cloud following him was a result of his breathing, but he certainly seemed to snort and breathe more heavily today.  I wouldn't put it past him...remember who he lives with...Mr. Genius Jesse.  Haha.

Happy Monday, and have a wonderful start to your week!!!

I Can See!!!

My two pairs of new glasses arrived yesterday--and I'm loving them!!!

Here's one pair...the others are more "grown-up" but for now, I'm loving these ones!!

In a Nutshell

As we get our luggage repaired in preparation for our trip, and we continue to attend a multitude of Christmas parties, I find myself pondering over this past year.  Twelve months used to feel like an eternity, but now they feel like a snippet of time.  I will be MIA in the next week, so here's a fun way to wrap-up our Field family blog for the year...

The Year Recap:
January:  Christmas & New Years 2011 in OregonWe didn’t know at the time how special this particular Christmas would be. Much merriment was had—Jesse’s dad read the Christmas story on Christmas Eve while we enjoyed steaming bowls of clam chowder, we went to Luci’s church for Christmas Eve and got to enjoy seeing her in her element, and best of all we had lots of time spent being together. The whole week was special, and we will treasure that time always.

February: Weekend Getaway & Puppy
Jesse surprised me by taking me to Luray, VA (the true countryside) for a weekend. We stayed in a quaint cabin, and despite the crazy winds and storm rolling through we enjoyed the local flavor. The weekend ended with buying a certain little puppy. I’ll never forget how cuddly he was when the store placed him on the floor in front of me. We returned the next day and bought him. He was adorable!!!

March:  Holly Marie Visits!!!
We have begged Holly to come visit us ever since we got married. Money and schedules have always gotten in the way, so this year we put our foot down and said, “We will make this happen.” And it did! She had Kelton in her belly as we toured the old streets of DC, and for the first time in ages, Holly and I got to have some quality time just the two of us (I suppose it was technically 2.5).

April: Losing Dad
Jesse’s dad passed away at the end of April, and missing him is an understatement. You know how people muster up good things about people when they pass away so that at funerals, only good things are being said? Well, for Gary, no mustering had to happen. For anyone who knew him, they’d know he was an exceptional man. I could go on and on about how amazing he was.  But simply put--He was a man of God...the real kind.

 May:  Miss Luci Graduates!Just a week after we returned from our unexpected and difficult trip to Oregon, we found ourselves homeward bound a second time—but this time it was to celebrate a very special lady. Luci graduated from Corban University with high honors. We were so thankful for the added time with family and the opportunity to love on Luci. She is now a teacher at a local school near Silverton, OR.

June: Happy Fourth Anniversary
We celebrated our fourth year together by spending a quiet evening together at The Melting Pot. Why is it that dunking food in melted cheese or chocolate is so romantic? This year was a time of growing closer together.

July: Dad & Mom Visit
At some point, my parents will have seen DC in every season. This year, after much nagging from a certain blond someone, they chose to visit us on Fourth of July weekend. We toured the mountain scapes of Virginia and spent a lot of time laughing together. It was lovely. I can NEVER get enough time with these two very special people.

August: Enjoying the Great Outdoors
Jesse and I enjoy bike riding, but neither of us were outfitted with bikes for the local terrain. Jesse’s bike was built for heavy duty mountain biking, and my Wal-Mart purchase had seen better days. After two trips to REI (three if you count having to return to pick up my forgotten license), we had two new bikes and a bike rack. We had a lot of fun trying them out despite the EXTREMELY hot weather. And Hutch seemed to fit right in!

September: Picture TimeOur friends, Danny & Laura, came out and treated us to a family portrait session. The amount of laughter kept us plenty warm in the 40 degree wet weather.  We're told that we have a nack for being in front of the camera...though I'm not so sure we should quit our jobs and explore the modeling realm. :)

October: Mom and More Mom
Jesse's mom visited us in early October.  We always love when family comes to visit, and this time it was especially fun because we got to spend A LOT of time with her.  Jesse and I both took some time off to be with her.  One of my favorite memories from this trip was an evening the three of us sat around the living room playing Words With Friends and Hangman with each other on our phones/ipads.  Very fun!!  One week later, Jesse got to fly back out to Oregon to spend an additional week with her.  Yay for time with family!!!

A certain little somebody was born in October. :)  Kelton Nicholas Russell has proven to be quite the cutie pie.  In fact, his pictures are plastered all over my desk now. Holly is a very good Mamma.

November: Jumping the GunI promise I’ve never decorated for Christmas BEFORE Thanksgiving…that is until this year…

December:  Here We Are!!!
This year can be wrapped up with one thought said in more than one sentence (sorry--you know me--Miss Wordy).  FAMILY IS IMPORTANT.  I think perhaps Jesus' love for us can best be seen through family and the unconditional love that comes with it.  We miss our family--each brother and sister and mom and dad mean the world to us in their own special way, and we hope that someday soon God would have it in His plan for all of us to be living near each other again. 

WEDNESDAY!

“I was six when Charlie was born. I was ten when he disappeared.”


Those two lines have been running through my head every single night before I fall asleep. While I do enjoy sitting down in front of a fresh white screen and filling it with words, the pillow is not the place for these ideas to rest. The crazy thing is I can picture the characters and vaguely think of the full plot line of this story that doesn’t yet exist. I haven’t had the time to explore my mind and translate it down onto paper yet, but it’s fighting for survival by running the two opening sentences on repeat.

So I’m giving in. I wrote them down, so hopefully now, I will find rest on my pillow without those same thirteen words whispering in my ear.

Look what beautiful flowers I received from my boss and his girlfriend!
I keep them right close by to keep my mood from dropping every time there's an emergency at work. :)

Listening to His Voice

When life gets overwhelming, it's often easy to overlook the blessings. If we aren't careful, the deadlines and unending tasks blind us from the beautiful sunrise or words of affirmation. I know for myself, I have the tendency to dwell on the negative, as if milking the drama for all it's worth will reward me somehow. Obviously it never does.

This past Sunday, the youth group lesson was about a Shepherd and his sheep.  I've heard this lesson taught from many different angles, but this particular talk caught my attention.  Our youth pastor mentioned that the sheep only follow their Shepherd's voice.  We were born to hear only Jesus' voice--to follow only Him, depending upon Him for navigation and survival.  She followed this by explaining that we often resemble goats more than sheep.  Goats wander off, exploring the land without their leader.  I am a goat who wants to be a sheep.

We cannot navigate this world we live in without our Shepherd.  His voice carries us through trials, His touch reassures us during pain.  Life gets overwhelming, but the biggest blessing of all that we all too often ignore is our Shepherd Himself.  He is our blessing--He is our Hope.

Happy Birthday, Hutch!!!

If you'd told me a year ago I'd have a puppy, I wouldn't have believed you.  In fact, I would have laughed in your face.  Jesse's persistent "no" kept my dreams at bay, and it wasn't until he finally let us go "window shopping" at a petstore last February that I realized perhaps it might actually happen.
This little guy turns one today!

He was sooo tiny when we brought him home...a whopping 3 pounds!

I'd like to think Hutch and I had a connection right from the start...

Growing up is hard work!

And here he is today--showing off his pearly whites for Jesse

It's Friday!!!

I don’t have any profound thoughts or superfluous words to throw your way this morning. To say it quite simply, this week has been challenging. But, the good news is: it’s Friday today! That means two things—1) We have two Christmas parties to go to this weekend and 2) we can REST. Oh how we look forward to the resting!


Have a Happy Friday!!!

Thursday Theatrics

This is what happens when a certain someone hits a breaking point at work. 

Then Again, Maybe Not

I imagine Christmastime back in the "olden days" was not as easy as it is today.  When I think of Christmas, I envision garland framing front doors, trees lighting up the front window, trays of sugary treats, and spending evenings inside gathered around the fireplace.  Back then, it probably meant braving the blizzardlike chill to grab another stack of firewood to keep the oh-so-cold cabin warm and rationing food to make sure it would last through the winter.

I often say I wish I lived in the "olden days," as I really do think I would've fit in...but after considering the then and now surrounding wintertime, I think I prefer the now. :)  What would I do without the luxury of my glue gun and paper cutter?  How would I relax if I didn't have an electric mixer or gas oven?  Just a thought...

Anyways, my gifts and baking are well underway.  Invitations and Christmas cards are in the mailman's hands, and now all I have to do is finish up a few more tasks, and we'll be set.  Oh, how I love this time of year!!!

Movie Monday

Sorry for the crick you're about to get while watching this movie...I thought it would automatically flip to vertical, but it didn't.

HUTCH LOVES DRYER SHEETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Heather's Eatery

Sometimes it is necessary to put all things on hold.  Forget the dusting and vacuuming--ignore the last bit of Christmas shopping to be done.  Baking was my top priority this weekend.  Even Jesse decided it was best to spend much of his day holed up in the office/guestroom while I took vacancy in the kitchen. 

There's something innately satisfying about perusing the "Flour/Sugar" aisle at the grocery store.  Did you know there are five brands of flour, but only three brands of sugar sold at Harris Teeter?  Well, now you know.

The Checker looked at my cart and began scanning the fifteen pounds of flour followed by the fifteen pounds of sugar.  It wasn't until she'd scanned the five pounds of butter and six bags of chocolate chips that she asked, "Are you baking?"  Why yes, yes, I am.

Creating order out of chaos is lovely.  Mix a little bit of this, and stir in a pinch of that, and whuallah, you have a batch of cookies!   

I've learned through the years that when there is much to bake, one must delve into it with no holding back.  Saturday morning came, and by 6:30, the oven was calling my name, and the ingredients snickered as they watched me gather them up with  a yawn.  To save time and effort, I brought it all out.  One whole section of the counter was dutifully dedicated to holding my supplies.  One big happy family.

Want to know what I baked?  No?  Too bad...

3 loaves of pumpkin bread
2 batches of molasses cookies
1 batch of shortbread
3 batches of sugar cookies (to be frosted tomorrow)
English Toffee
Grapefruit Peel Candies
Peanut Butter Balls

Twelve hours of baking later, and I have scads of goodies!  I could set up a little stand out front and call it Heather's Eatery.  Let's just say, I got into it this year. 

Christmas time is full of traditions, and I'm all about keeping them up.  But sometimes Heather's Eatery needs to have some surprises...which is why I added into my normal mix of holiday treats the Grapefruit Peel Candies.  Oh my goodness, are they AMAZING.  They turn into gooey, sugary, goodness.  My Christmas party isn't until Friday night, so they have yet to be rolled in sugar and dipped in chocolate, but they're quite scrumptious as they are.  Yumm!

Clearly, I could keep talking about all of the fun I had in my kitchen this weekend, but my pillow is calling my name.  If you're in the need of some sugary pick-me-ups, I'm just a flight away!!!

Rolling pins always remind me of a my mom with her pink apron on. 

The key to good baking?  Lots of love and very little measuring!

Down in My Heart

"But let all who take refuge in you rejoice; let them sing joyful praises forever. Spread your protection over them, that all who love your name may be filled with joy." Psalm 5:11 (NLT)

"I will be filled with joy because of you. I will sing praises to your name, O Most High." Psalm 9:2 (NLT)
"May we shout for joy when we hear of your victory and raise a victory banner in the name of our God. May the Lord answer all your prayers." Psalm 20:5 (NLT)
"So you have sorrow now, but I will see you again; then you will rejoice, and no one can rob you of that joy." John 16:22 (NLT)

A small decorative pillow hangs from my door handle at work. I’ve received more comments about this little decoration than I ever expected.

A friend commented yesterday that he thought “joy” was a retired word—he didn’t think it was used in modern language anymore. Isn’t that curious? He asked what the word meant.

I took a stab and said joy is not just a feeling—it’s a deep emotional response. Joy is not on the surface, but it bubbles up with such a force it cannot be contained. Webster says it’s “the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying.” I have to add that after I defined it for him, I started singing, “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart. Where? Down in my heart! Where? Down in my heart!” He thought I was nuts.

What causes joy—that monstrous response to spectacularness? Yep, I just created that word, and I rather like it. What makes us smile from deep within? What causes butterflies in our tummy to zoom skyward? What turns happiness into pure joy?

I can think of a bazillion things (now that’s a real word) that cause joy in my life. A friend committing her life to Christ, a nephew being born, the possibility of Jesse’s health improving. Happiness is fleeting, joy is consuming. God is so GOOD to all of us. Even when we experience pain and hardship, there is Joy that comes in the morning. He promises it. We just have to open our eyes to experience it.

Joy isn’t a retired word. Joy is alive in each of us if we allow it to breathe. What brings you joy?

Happy December!!!

It may not technically be winter yet, but it sure is December!!!

Fuzzy pic, but you get the idea...

Warming the Vocal Chords

I realized something yesterday.  I don't sing out loud as often as I once did.  Without choir or being apart of a worship team, my vocal chords are left to my own measure of discipline.  The reason for my realization?
I sing to Christmas music all day long.

Since Thanksgiving day, our radio has been set to the Christmas station, and Manheim Steamroller has been relocated from the sleeve to the tray.  "Silent Night" and "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" have forced my dwindling soprano voice to go to new heights.  Those high notes are nothing after a good cup of coffee and a donut by the way.

I think perhaps I was born with special fibers in my body that react to the holidays.  Some folks find this season stressful as they fight crowds to purchase that one toy Little Johnny wants so badly.  Others find it depressing because it's a reminder of pain and loss.  And some don't celebrate it it all.  But then there's the folks like me who blossom amidst the gifting challenges and constant baking.  I'll bake a batch of cookies just to make my home smell like Christmas.  The point is, this time of year is different for everyone, yet it's really not when we stop to think beyond the surface. 

Jesus was born a baby.  After spending a long weekend with my adorable nephew, Kelton, I had an even greater image of what it must've been like for young Mary and Joseph.  They weren't married, and they probably barely knew each other because back then dating didn't exist--and I'm sure even the courting was kept well-controlled.  Yet, there they were, stuck in a barn (or a cave for those who differ on your theological facts), experiencing the laborious efforts to birth a child.  Can you imagine?  And then, suddenly, just when she thought she could take no more, God blessed Mary with a baby boy, and they named Him Jesus.  They knew He was the Chosen One.  They knew He was the Messiah.  But they also knew He was their sweet tiny baby boy who needed them.  He needed to be fed and changed, and I'm sure He screamed just as Kelton does when He was hungry.  That is what is the same for all of us during this season. 

Christmas music is fun to sing to, but more importantly, I enjoy it because many of the songs are a reminder of why we celebrate this holiday.  Despite the history of Christmas trees and pagan traditions, it all points back to that single baby boy.  He wasn't born inside a palace, and He certainly wasn't born into wealth.   Yet, here we are, still celebrating His birthday (give or take a few months and days).

Sing loudly when the songs come on.  Praise the Father THE SON and the Holy Spirit.  This season is a time to rejoice in the fact that God sent His Son to earth to save each of us.  Despite our flaws and brokenness, God still desires to have a relationship with us.  I don't know about you, but that leaves me with goosebumps.

Never Forgetting...

This little guy is a good reminder of our friends back in Florida...wait, that doesn't sound quite right.  Our friends don't look like manatees, but they do live near them! :)

We had some friends from Florida visit us this past weekend, and it reminded me of how each of the folks we met in Daytona are dear to my heart.  I longed to move away from that location (and I am still not a fan of the climate and terrain), but I underestimated how much I'd miss our friends.

He may be an ornament, but this little manatee reminds me to appreciate the time we have with those who around us now.

Monday, Monday

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend.  Dinner with the Storms and a chance to meet new family members (who knew that I was related to all of Minnesota).  Kick-off of several craft and gifting projects.  Early morning shopping on Black Friday.  Wounds to bandage.  Lunch with friends from Florida.  And much much more.  Words won't say enough, so here are some quick photos from my phone...call it my Monday Morning Phone Dump.

What in this picture does not belong???

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

Jesse must've been around...

Stores didn't have the right "Puppy's first ornament" so I decided to make it myself...

He's not so sure.

I added a little touch of Christmas here and there, thanks to our apartment management allowing me to cut sprigs of holly

Yummmmm

Too long of a story to explain...

Giving In to Cheer

I finally gave in last night and plugged in the tree.  I decorated our home for Christmas VERY early this year, knowing that time was limited before my first Christmas party.  So while my home is decked with Christmas cheer, I have been so embarrassed of my pre-punctuality that I've fought the urge to turn on the lights.  I have even been pulling the shades so people can't see I've jumped the gun.

But last night, the smells of pot roast and the chilly air fought back, and they won.  I lit her up for all her glory (and notice I didn't even pull the shades!)

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Oh wait, I suppose it's WAY TOO EARLY to say that yet. :)

More appropriately, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!
There are many blessings to be thankful for this year--some that stand out the most--time with family and friends thanks to visits and trips, stable employment, opportunity to pay off debt, and most of all, the reassurance that we have a loving Father who cares for the big and small situations in life.  We're thankful for the continual influence Jesse's dad has on our lives and decisions we make, and we're thankful that we have family who love us despite our mistakes and quirks.  We may devour a plateful of food tomorrow, but all the while, we're thinking of you!  We are thankful for YOU!

Dear Blog, Take II

It rained Seaside today. No torrential downpours, just a misty blanket of wet, has settled over the DC Metro area. Tiny droplets cling to the few remaining leaves on the barren branches, and puddles are topped with nature’s red and yellow ornaments. A friend at work was trying to explain why today was “nasty.” She said, “It’s not dark out—it’s not light out—the blue is gone—it’s wet…” Before she could continue I interrupted and simply said, “It’s overcast.” Her response: “Oh! What a perfect word to describe all that!” Too bad I can’t take credit for an everyday term I grew up with!


Overcast days remind me of home. For my friend, this day is less than lovely, but for me—oh boy, this day is one of my favorites! We don’t get them often, so when we do, I take it all in. The air is cold—the kind of crispness that makes your nostrils flare and the tip of your nose to become rosy. The wind is still, leaving the droplets undesturbed to cling to every surface, including eye lashes. If I close my eyes, I can almost convince myself I’m standing in my front yard on 5th Avenue. It’s a Seaside day.

To top it off, we will be greeted by two of the most loveliest things when we return home this evening. One—a wiggly puppy who will stand up on his hind legs in anticipation of being picked up. Two—the scent of home. Thanks to my crockpot, dinner is making itself as we speak. Yummy potroast with homemade rolls. Mmmmmm.

The day may have started out rough (see my original blog for the day), but it sure has wrapped itself up nicely.

Dear Blog,

Most days I arrive to work with a list of tasks to accomplish already streaming through my busy little head.  Most mornings I start off with a cup of tea and *sigh* a cinnamon sugar pop tart (yes, I know, not the greatest nutrition for an adult woman, but I like to think I'm connecting with my inner child...or something like that).  Most afternoons, by the time the clock strikes three, I have gotten a great many things done.  And most evenings, when I walk the catwalk to the parking garage (there's a building under construction next to our office, so I feel as though the music could start playing and the lights could start flashing.  Gotta love construction sites.), I feel satisfied with a good days work. 

This week is not like most weeks.

The big boss is gone on vacation, and while my tea and cinnamon poptart are keeping me company this morning, I still feel the rush from being behind.  Bills to pay, construction sites to manage, customers to serve, meetings to cancel, trips to plan, agendas to create, minutes to review, appointments to schedule, and the list goes on.  Oofta!  It's completely overwhelming.  So what do I do?  I pop onto my good ol' blog to write about it and release the steam.  Good bye pressure!

And because you can never see enough pictures of Hutch...here he is trying to get my attention by pulling on my pajama pants drawstring.  He's become quite the jumper.

"Happiness is a Warm Puppy"

Hollywood is notorious for its dog bling.  Rinestone collars, leather vests, and sequined dresses are all the rage. I suppose if DC was to follow suit, its dogs would have ties or black pumps on.  Hutch is a completely different matter all together.  Yes, he wears clothesm but it's not necessarily because I insist.  Hutch likes wearing clothes.  For example, his hoody was draped over the dining room chair, so he barked until we put it on him.  He doesn't have his own closet, and his wardrobe is limited to three items plus a coat...so I don't have issues, I promise. :)

Company, Halt!

There's a scene in the movie, Raising Helen, that has impacted me beyond the normal "wow, that was cool."  Its power speaks through its subtlety.  Helen receives a phone call on her cell while dining with work friends.  The expression on her face reveals to the audience that something is wrong, but you don't know what.  The camera slowly zooms away from her face, and you begin to see that the hustle and bustle of the restaurant continues, but she remains frozen in pain.  You later learn that on the other line, someone has just informed her that her sister and brother-in-law were killed in an accident.

Life is like that, isn't it?  We experience some sort of pain, whether it be a loss, an illness, a failure, and it feels like our own world has completely halted to a stop (there's no rolling about it).  Yet when we look around, nothing about our own experience keeps anyone else from moving forward.  Losing Jesse's dad jolted us.  Our world isn't the same, yet everyone around us seems to continue on as before. 

The song, Someone Worth Dying For by Mikeschair was playing on the radio this morning, and it hit me.  We are not the only ones who have lost a father.  I am not the only one who feels like the world has stopped.  How many others out there feel like me?  I've been so caught up in my own grief and making sure that Jesse is okay that I've ceased to notice others who appear frozen in time.

This world is bigger than we'll ever know, yet God has given us the ability to recognize needs.  We're not a land of make-believe, and our pain and joys are real.  Maybe in order to get through grief, it also means to recognize you're not alone in it. 

Oh The Shame

Here's a hint to what I did the other evening...much too soon might I add.

Photo Blast!

So a hint to my embarassing yet fun accomplishment is yet to come...I was lazy last night and did nothing but play with Hutch and watch a little television. Plus, I went to bed EARLY!!! Woot Woot!

Here are some more photos from our family photo session a couple months ago. All photos by Laura Yang Photography.