"Health insurance is like a punch in the mouth." -Alex

We've been meaning to make it to the dentist for a while now (we've even been saving our change in a tea pot on our stove) but it's just so expensive. Hopefully it's not too late for us.




Can you tell we don't have any children to keep us busy?

"Bears . . . Beets . . . Battlestar Galactica"

So I am sitting in the computer lab, in the middle of a hot July afternoon, wondering how long this week's reading will take . . . when I look across the aisle and there he is. Big goofy glasses- check. Balding, greasy hair- check. Smirking- check. Yep, it's him. The only thing missing is the tie, too bad. Gotta love Dwight.

Oh, memories . . .

It's been fun thinking of funny old things that have happened. In case anyone else wants to add here, feel free. (This will serve as our memory tag post. I'm just going to go ahead and assume most people have seen this already.)

Random Samplings

Well, here are a few things that we have been meaning to share for a while. I suppose none of them are incredibly significant, just kind of fun. Enjoy.


Though my sister had a baby already I wanted to share this picture. She liked for our babies to be able to converse belly to belly each time we saw each other. She is nine months pregnant and I am about six months pregnant in this picture. We call this one "Nice Talk."


Our fish died this week. When we came back on Sunday, they were gone. We got them the day that we met, coincidentally. We were hoping they would make it to a year, but they were just a month short. They were wonderful fish and we will miss them. So long Lois and Penny. (Don't worry, they are alive in the picture.)

We baked our first loaf of regular bread together (you know, not banana or zucchini). Yum.


These are some babies shoes we bought a little while ago. They are so cute; the blue ones are called "Squeakers" and I think that is awesome. The other ones look sort of like snow boots I think, but I love them. We can't wait till our baby is here. Alex keeps having dreams that he is already born or that he can come out and play for a little while. We are getting very excited!

Baby

My sister Megan had her baby nearly two weeks ago. I've been kind of slow in updating lately but I thought I'd share a few pictures because he is really adorable. He was born June 30 at 9:44 PM. 8 pounds 4 ounces and 21 inches long. His name is Jamison Hughes (Henderson) Parker. He is my first nephew from my immediate family, so this was pretty exciting. Megan was really inspiring for all of us throughout the whole thing and I am grateful that she wanted me to be a part of her experience. I love you Megs!

The White 'Fro

This is me exactly one year ago. I thought I'd take a trip back to the 80s and perm my hair for the summer. Man, it was exciting. Just thought it would be funny to share. I really liked the perm, but I got sick of it after a while so it only lasted just over a month. I still have the rollers, maybe I'll do it again someday. I just don't know if I'm feeling quite as frizzy at the moment.

Warding Off Baby-Head

Earlier this summer I decided to try memorizing one poem a week. So far I have not been very disciplined in sticking with it; I have only gotten through two poems. So today I sat my self down and got to it. I figured I would share because poetry makes me happy and maybe it will make someone else so. And it will help me to remember them better. The poem I chose for this week is by Amy Lowell, an American poet from the early 20th century. Hopefully someone else will enjoy it as much as I do:

September, 1918

This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight;
The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves;
The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves;
And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open windows.
Under a tree in the park,
Two little boys, lying flat on their faces,
Were carefully gathering red berries
To put in a pasteboard box.

Some day there will be no war.
Then I shall take out this afternoon
And turn it in my fingers,
And remark the sweet taste of it upon my palate,
And note the crisp variety of its flights of leaves.
To-day I can only gather it
And put it into my lunch-box,
For I have time for nothing
But the endeavour to balance myself
Upon a broken world.

Amy Lowell
1919


In case you are wondering, the other two poems are "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden and "This Is Just To Say" by William Carlos Williams (which can be found on the right of this page).