This is what happens when I am left unattended

My dear friend Jenn sent me an email earlier today with her recipe for cinnamon rolls. I only responded to it this evening while Morgan was out picking up a chair we bought off craigslist.

This email I sent to poor, unsuspecting Jenn is EXACTLY why I should not be left unattended with a computer on my lap.

Thank you! I can't wait to make these.


(Morgan thanks you too. Really, he's like contemplating asking you into our marriage. I think that's weird.)


(actually that's not true (the part about Morgan opening our marriage to you is not true. The part about me thinking it's weird is true.) I just made it up. Morgan's not even home now.)


(But! if he was home, he would certainly be excited that I have a delicious cinnamon roll recipe.)


(I think the fact that Morgan is gone is causing me to ramble via email)


(Do you sort of wish I would stop writing?)


(I CAN'T SEEM TO STOP!!!!)


(Oh thank God, I hear the garage opening. Once again Morgan saves me from myself.)


Wishing you sweeat dreams and cinnamon roll kisses.


What the hell is a cinnamom roll kiss?


SOMEONE TAKE THE COMPUTER FROM ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Beautiful

I enjoyed a girls weekend this past weekend at my wonderful Aunt Nancy's cabin on Mt Hood. The cabin was perfect. Tiny, rustic but with flush toilets and easily traversible roads. I was joined by six really amazing women who I've known for years. A few of them I've known since I was in jr. high school and they were cool high schools kids. Never did I think I'd be drinking Spanish Coffee and having sleepovers together when we were all in our 30's.

I feel like women have better or stronger or maybe more sustainable friendships than men do.  Maybe it's because we're naturally more emotional people, maybe it's just because we actually NEED to have these relationships and will brave snowy roads and freezing temperatures in order to keep these relationships intact.

Whatever the reason, I'm so lucky to blessed with a big circle of girls that I can call my friends.  They're all beautiful each in their own way.

All of us

Jenn, managing to look gorgeous even while sledding down a mountain

Having dinner

Spanish Coffee!

Taneha, in her first round of our sledding competition

Lindsay, whose skin looks ridiculously beautiful

Nikki, in her classic Nikki pose.  What you can't see are her blue moon boots.

Kristen, trying to hide from the camera as usual

Tara, showing us how to Zumba.  We were not good.

I Am A Runner

This is a pretty cool place to be.  I never thought I would "be" a runner.  I thought I might be a person who runs but never a runner.

Since I started training for my half marathon back in January I've improved the length of time I can run by 19 minutes and I've improved my per mile time by two minutes.  And, while these accomplishments feel good, what I like best is that I can hop on the treadmill, run for 30 minutes and not feel like I'm going to die after the first five minutes.  And that's how I know.  I am a runner.

I won't go so far as to say I like running but I can definitely say I don't hate it.

I want to own this necklace someday.  Just to remind me.

Finley's funny faces

I took these pictures one afternoon right before Finley got sick. I thought that she was just being cute but looking back, perhaps she was trying to tell me something.

3 year stats

At two Conor was 33 pounds, 38 inches tall and in the 95%+ for both height and weight.

At three Conor is 39 pounds, 42.5 inches tall and still in the 95%+ for both.

According to this website he is the height of an average SIX year old and the weight of an average 4 year old.

He'll probably be taller than me before his fourth birthday.  

Wyatt

Today is my friend, Wyatt's birthday.  Have you ever met a kid who just steals your heart from the moment you meet them?  I felt that way about Wyatt when I first met him.  There was just something special about him.  I couldn't quite put my finger on it but I felt drawn to him.  Maybe its because he's cute as a freaking button.

Wyatt is one of those kids who is so sweet that even when he steals a drink from someone, you can't help but smile and then take a picture of him.

Wyatt loves shirts with buttons, Farmer and Picket, equally distributing toys around the room, dogs, cats and being referred to as Wolfie.

Oh yes, he also loves cake.  But, really, who doesn't?

This is his beautiful mom, Michelle.  She is one of the Monday Girls.

Wyatt is a happy boy, full of silly sayings.  He enjoys playing outside to almost any activity inside.

Wyatt was one of the first people to meet Finley and he was so gentle and sweet with her.  He'll make a great big brother someday.

Thanks for being such a great friend, Wyatt.  All us Walshes love you a real whole lot and hope you have a fabulous third birthday!

The Sickness - Now with added Phlegm!

My poor little peanut. So she had the flu. Then pink eye. Then pink eye, AGAIN. Then two ear infections and finally, bronchiolitis. 

The flu was sad, the pink eye was gross and a little pitiful.  The ear infections and the bronchiolitis?  Horrible.  The poor baby has been coughing so much that she has lost her voice and when she screams no sound comes out.  Her breathing is so raspy you can hear it across the room.  And that's when she's not moaning in pain.

Her whole little face has been swollen and her blue eyes are red rimmed with cold-sickness.  She's got dry scaly patches on her face from all the snot.

She's finally feeling better and is able to eat and drink again.  In fact, after her 6 ounces this morning she devoured a whole graham cracker.  Thank goodness. 

She and Conor both got flu shots yesterday.  It seems the flu that is going around this year is pretty terrible and I'm not taking any chances.

Love and Sunshine from the House O the Virus,