"Reel" Cool

I'm constantly bragging about my little brothers to anyone who will listen for various things -- Zong's crazy smart, a med student at Wash U, and working for the CDC; Dwo's incredibly talented behind the camera ... apparently ALL cameras. :) They're also a testament to doing what you love and not settling for less.

Well, now you can see proof of Dwo's greatness (honestly, you probably don't want to see Zong's greatness because it will mean you have an infectious disease or are some kind of sick). If you get a chance, check out Dwo's reel! I got goosebumps when I saw it knowing that my baby brother actually created something that's a real movie!

Oh, and since I posted the other picture of Dwo being caught in the background, here's another one from a recent Austin American Statesman. You should actually watch the video that I stole this screenshot from and read the whole article, but here's a pic:

"Go back, go back, go back ..."

"... Go back to where you were."

I was singing this song to myself the other day and asked James what song it was from. He said, "um, Blues Clues." Sigh, now I actually hum kid show songs to myself. Better than than, "there's a party in my tummy! so yummy, so yummy!" ... which has also happened before, and it's not pretty, I tell you.

Well, tomorrow I go back, go back, go back ... to work. I can hardly believe it's been 12 weeks already since Gavin was born on Christmas day. I had a little "moment" today while I was cleaning out the closet. Poor James walked in on me while I was wallowing, and I'm sure immediately regretted it. If I were him, I would have been looking for the nearest exit to get away as quickly as possible without being noticed. It was just a little overwhelming that, all on the same day, Gavin outgrew his 0-3 month clothes, I packed up my maternity clothes with the realization that I'm probably not having any more kids, I found I still don't fit in all of my pre-maternity clothes and have nothing to wear to work, and I have to go back to work with the guilt that I'm not home with my babies.

This time around, though, I'm definitely more laid back about leaving Gavin with my in-laws (and my parents in a couple of weeks). I left one scratch page of notes (ie "eats every 3-4 hours; here are my phone numbers; don't forget tummy time!"), and that's about it. In fact, I feel a little bit guilty because we haven't bothered acclimating Gavin to the bottle or anything yet, so tomorrow should be pretty interesting.

Three months home, three months back ... that's what I'm shooting for. I'm determined not to make a wholly emotional decision and to evaluate my situation again in three months. Deciding whether to stay at home full-time is a BIG decision, and it's not one I think I'm ready to make today. So, if you work with me, don't go telling my boss that I'm quitting or start scheming to steal my stapler yet!

One Last "Vacation"

"Vacation" in quotes because I'm not sure traveling with two kids by myself can really be called a vacation, but I certainly gave it a shot!

I wanted to take advantage of the fact that I'm not currently working full-time during maternity leave by going down to Houston. It's not often that I can just pop on down to the city that I grew up during the week without burning precious vacation days, so why not make the trip the final days before I return to the office? I also thought it would be a good opportunity to give James a well-deserved break, let the grandparents see the kids without having to make the trek upstate, and get some all-too-seldom friend time in while I was there.

After debating transportation modes, I finally decided to take SWA down and risk the one-hour flight versus a five-and-a-half hour drive (shudder). I mean, how hard can it be, right? James looked at me like I was crazy, probably secretly glad that he wasn't going with us.

Let's go! We're ready!

Thursday
Figuring that I would be parking at the airport, I managed to get all three of our gear packed in one suitcase, one diaper bag, and one small backpack for Claire, plus Gavin's carrier for the car and a list of things that I would purchase once I got down to Houston (ie diapers, baby wash, etc). Luckily James volunteered to drop us off and pick us up, but the compact packing did help once I got to the airport and lugged everything inside to the ticket counter to get Gavin added as my non-rev lap passenger (which, if you ever need to do, I highly recommend getting to the airport way early because that line can be quite a beating).

I dressed Claire in the brightest shirt I could find in her closet and hoped that she didn't get away from me because it was unlikely I'd be able to run after her. Just in case, I tucked a business card with my cell phone and some other pertinent information into her backpack; lotta good that would have done since I ended up carrying the thing for her the entire time anyways. :P

My plan for flying with Claire has always been simple: keep her busy the first thirty minutes with food and then distract her the rest of the time with stickers, markers, and anything else I can get my hands on. If the flight is longer, try to arrange it during naptime, too. After getting through security (Gavin in the Ergo and Claire doing a great job taking off her shoes and walking through by herself), we got our McD's and ... our flight was delayed by an hour, which was so going to throw everything off. Claire ate her nuggets and played while Gavin slept, and I watched the clock knowing that this was a ticking time bomb.

What was supposed to be a plane activity ended up being a
waiting at the airport activity

Finally it was time to board. We got in our spot, and just as they were about to start, Claire announced she had to "poo-poo potty, Mommy!". I debated making her hold it but didn't want to set her back by weeks, plus everyone around us assured me that they wouldn't start boarding for AT LEAST 15 more minutes. We ran back to bathroom so she could do her thing, but when we got back to the gate, group A had finished boarding, and they were getting ready for pre-/family-boarding. I tried to show the attendant that I was part of group A, but he just threw a glance my way and huffed that family boarding hadn't started yet and I could just wait over there. Oh, and that I need to be prepared to hold Gavin in my lap the entire time because the flight was completely full. Okay, okay! Hmph.

When I did get on the plane, the attendant at the front said that there was a group that had held seats for me -- the people who were in line with me earlier that urged me to take Claire to the bathroom. How nice! Being surrounded by such thoughtful people definitely came in handy when Gavin started fussing and I needed to get his bottle. The gentleman next to me (grandfather of five) took Gavin without any hesitation and held him for the remainder of the flight which gave me time to hang out with Claire and breathe. Thanks! Claire was a doll, although I do recommend when traveling with a child (or two) to get rid of as much trash in advance as possible. Unpackage those crayons, take out the stickers from their individual envelopes, etc, because you'll just end up having to do it on the plane and being surrounded by a bunch of trash.

Stickers and crayons; a toddlers heaven

All done sleeping

Mom and Dad were waiting at the exit for us, and Claire ran right up happy to see them. After we got back to my parents', we hung out in the backyard -- we had AMAZING weather all weekend -- and then I got a real treat: a long nap!

One of the things I was most worried about traveling with the kids by myself (yes, I was worried, I just didn't voice it out loud lest anyone try to convince me not to do it) was nighttime. Bedtime in our household is a bit insane, and I was curious to see what would happen trying to put the kids down by myself. Luckily, my parents helped give Claire a bath while I got Gavin down, then I put Claire down during the window before Gavin woke up again. The three of us snuggled in bed together the rest of the night (and weekend, really).

Friday
Friday morning we enjoyed the gorgeous weather in the backyard. We were really lucky on this trip; it was hot and sticky the day we showed up but then was gorgeous until the morning that we left Yay!

Sunny!

Later, we went to Kemah with Claire sporting actual braids for the first time (got the idea from Jill's blog) for lunch and to play. We ate yummy food at Landry's and hit the rides on the Boardwalk. When the attendant asked Claire's age, I said "almost two" without thinking (free for kids under 2), to which Claire immediately corrected, "Mommy, I two. I two, Mommy!". Whoops. The attendant laughed and still let her in for free. Claire played so hard she fell asleep before we even made it to the stringrays and climbing area!

Kemah Boardwalk

Dad folding himself into the ride.

Gavin's first ride on a carousel

Choo-choo

Friday night I got another treat: dinner out with friends. I met up with Debbie, Syndee, Chi, and Mike for yummy crawfish and good conversation. It was also the longest I'd been away from both kids at once (3 1/2 hours) since Gavin was born as well as the first night I didn't have to put the kids down. After one tearful phone call from Claire ("Mommy, I miss you! Come home, Mommy!"), I headed home to help with the mess. As we were on our way home from dinner, my parents called to say Claire had fallen asleep in the car as my dad drove her around to look for me and to take my time. I still thought it would be a good idea to go home, and good thing because as I came in, Gavin was giving them a hard time. After they passed him over, he immediatly stopped crying which was pretty funny to all of us, so we took turns passing him around between us again to watch the cry-stop-cry-stop-cry phenomena. I guess the boy knows his momma. :) My mom was traumatized enough that she's not exactly jumping at the chance to watch the kids at night again anytime soon. Sorry!

Saturday
On Saturday morning we went to the park in the neighborhood until James' parents arrived from North Houston. Then Zong arrived, so Claire was in heaven. It really amazes me how good he is with her. I got some visitors -- EmJay, her mom, and Mary Mac -- so there was much conversating that afternoon for me, and then Crystal and Kirby came over that night, so Claire was over the moon happy.

I always appreciate an extra set of hands

Passed out from playing

Just throwing this in 'cause he's so darn cute

That night, bedtime was interesting. It involved me feeding Gavin while extending my arms for Claire to hug. She's such an awesome little girl and didn't mind at all, but it did make me wonder if I should consider going home early. Could I handle two more night of this? Too much to do still!

Sunday
Sunday was playdate day. The whole group headed to Sugar Land to Stomping Grounds which is essentially a coffee house with a playarea, kind of like the Wiggles or, well, McD's. We met up with Syndee + Charlie and Diana + David + Jacob who were down from Dallas. The kids (and Zong) had a blast, and Zong quickly became the favorite of the kids (no surprises there). I had an awesome time crawling around, but could have lived without the crazy fast slide, though. Ouch!

The kiddos sitting as they were asked to do

Short-lived, of course

After playing -- and Claire was POOPED! -- we went to Yummy Restaurant (really, that's the name) in Bellaire for yummy Chinese food before heading home where we got another wonderful visitor: Dwo was home! The Law kids were all home in Clear Lake for the first time since Christmas 2006.

That afternoon, Dwo and Crystal took Claire for another first: flying a kite. Amazingly, she knew exactly what to do. How, I'm not sure, but she was off and running as soon as she got her fingers on that string. James can't wait to try it with the big Tinkerbell kite he got her recently. You can tell that Dwo took these next pictures; when you've got it, you've got it, and he's got it (the eye, I mean)

Running

Uh-oh

Ready to go again

By the way, Sunday was also the time change when we all sprung forward. The kids handled it great and didn't miss a beat. I'm not sure they even noticed, and since I'm living a child-driven household right now, I didn't miss a beat (or that hour of sleep) either.

Monday
Monday morning I was supposed to meet up with Jenny and her boys but wanted to spend more time with my family since Dwo needed to head back to Austin before noon. We celebrated my birthday with cake and bummed around.

Happy birthday to me!

I wonder if the kid or the dog will fall in first

I spend forever trying to put Claire down for a nap, and by the time I did get her down, I found a surprise waiting for me: Jenny, Wade, Alex, Christy, and Tara were all there! We got to hang out for a little while before they had to leave. I'm so glad I got to see my Chum. Claire got a wonderful gift from the boys that she proudly wore the rest of the afternoon, even on our walk around the block.

My Chum-Chum

Bedtime this last night was awful. Claire didn't want to go down, and Gavin had a rare inconsolable fit. Nothing I was doing could calm his overtired butt down, so finally I gave up and handed him over to my dad. Both my parents thought there was no way it would work, but Dad tamed the beast! I know that made him feel good (especially after Friday night), and made me feel great. Plus, I got to put Claire down which I have to admit I miss sometimes now that James mostly handles it.

Tuesday
How quickly the visit passed! Tuesday morning we just packed and got ready to head back to Dallas. The only weird thing at the airport on the way back was security. Gavin has his Longhorn Wubbanub that seems to get a lot of comments (hook 'em!). I had gotten a couple of jabs -- mostly regarding the bball standings -- and the security guy as we were walking through said real low, "I'm not sure I can let that through." Thinking he was joking, I smiled at him and then realized he was serious! Then he added, "you're going to need to send that through the scanner". Seriously?! So I had to back out, put it in the round container, push it through, coax Claire back through the metal detector again which went off this time since she touched it on her way through, have her come back and then go through again without touching the sides, and then go through myself with Gavin strapped to me. Geez.

Ready to go home

The plane ride home was easy. The flight wasn't too full so we had a whole row to ourselves, Claire ate her subway -- sans bread, of course --, and Gavin slept. We hit some pretty bad turbulance which really scared Claire, and then a scenario happened that I had never considered when booking the flight: Claire fell asleep. The plane lands, and I'm looking around me: one diaper bag, one backback, one baby in carrier, and a sleeping toddler. Um, okay.

THIS I did not plan for

Luckily the guy in the row in front of me saw me predicament (or dismay) and offered to carry the bags. I took him up on it -- I'm not stupid -- and hoisted a sleeping Claire onto my hip. As we walked through the terminal, Claire woke up and exclaimed, "shopping!", so I relieved my second angel of my bags and did a little terminal shopping with Claire.

James was at baggage claim to meet us, and Claire was happy to see her daddy ... I was too. I feel great that I was able to take the kids out of town with me by myself, but I love knowing that it's even better when he's there beside me.

Welcome Home
When we got home, I found that none of my "honey-do" items got done, but James had a special surprise for me that made up for it: he had cleaned our bedroom and bathroom top to bottom and gotten new bed and bath linens that define the word "luxurious". Mmmmm ..... thanks, honey!

And that was that. I'm so glad I got a chance to take the kiddos to Houston and that the grandparents could see their babies without having to make the 5+ hour drive themselves. I hope to be able to do it more often, though I might push harder to get James to make that flight with me next time. :)

I'm still going through the 900+ pictures that my dad took (seriously), so the ones on this posting are from my camera. Check back to link to the Houston trip album!

Kids Say the Darndest Things

Claire's always had a pretty good vocabulary, but now she's really putting together sentences and expressing what she's thinking and feeling. Some stories:

"For ..."
I've been working on Claire to say she's sorry when she's done something wrong, but I'm trying to take it one step further and to say WHY she's sorry (ie "sorry for kicking Gavin in the head on accident", "sorry for throwing my food across the room", "sorry for smushing play-doh into the carpet" are all recent examples). She may not be able to enunciate the words fully or even really finish the sentence, but I think she's getting it. Well, the other day after doing the latest impish thing, Claire immediately said, "Sorry". Wanting her to understand why, I prompted her, "For ...?", and she looked at me solemnly and said "Five .....?".

"MY-dea"
One of the things we do at home is let Claire choose the next activity. I think she was learning about "ideas" at school because she kept exclaiming "I-dea!" before starting the next thing one morning. I asked her if Mommy could come up with an idea, and she said, "No! MY-dea!" (we're also going through a case of mine-itus)

"I happy now"
The terrible twos -- which I have recently learned is the terrible two YEARS, not the terrible two years OLD; apparently three is worse than two?! mon dieu -- has brought the onset of Claire's wild temper. She will throw a fit if you don't know what she's trying to say, she will throw a fit if she doesn't get what she wants right away, she will throw a fit if the sky is clear, the wind is blowing, or the day of the week ends in "y". A trick that our friends use with their daughter is the "whiny spot". Similar to the "naughty spot" (ie thinking time), if their daughter needs to whine, she can go to her whiny spot until she's ready to join them again that way no feelings are supressed or repressed. I used something similar with Claire where, when she was throwing a fit while we were playing, I asked her to remove herself from the situation and work out her anger, and then she could come back to play. To my surprise, she did just that. She stomped from the living room to the kitchen, stomped in place a few times and yelled nonsense, took a deep breath, and then came back to declare, "I happy now" before resuming playing. Wow! The only bittersweet part of this story is that every so often, Claire will come up after being quiet for a few moments to tell me she's happy now which leads me to believe that my baby girl was sad just moments before. :( I love that she's learning to express her emotions though, including times where she does tell me "Claire sad", and hope that she continues to share her feelings with me even as she gets older.

Gavin's not really saying the dardest things yet (cut him a break, he's 3 months old!), but what he doesn't say, he definitely makes up for in volume. He's cooing and babbling and will sometimes let out a super load "ah!" that startles both himself and me.

Parents of the Year Entry

We're "snowed in" (Texas-style), which is unfortunate since I didn't go grocery shopping prior so we've been foraging for food. Tonight, I decided to go for Mother of the Year and heat up pizza rolls and tator tots, however Claire couldn't wait for the 11-18 minutes it would take for everything to get done, so this is what she had for dinner:

She managed to eat about 1/4 of the pint -- including the entire chocolate layer on top -- before declaring "all done". This is my official entry for the Parents of the Year award. It's early, however, so there may be others before the year is out.

Before you judge me too much, though, I have lots of other posts between 1/1 and now including ones talking about how domesticated I've become during my temporary SAHM-ness. You'll just have to visit again and scroll down to see the older posts, but I thought this one was priceless.

Happy New Year!

What in incredible year. Not only did my baby turn 1, I had another baby. James and I celebrated 8 years of marriage, and it's hard to imagine life being any better. I'm so grateful for all of my friends and family and the joy they bring into our lives. I hope 2010 is just as full of blessings and wonderful memories (though no babies for me!).

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Love of Labor: The Sequel

About a lifetime ago (okay, just under two years, but who's counting?), I wrote about my love of labor. While "love" may be a strong word, it certainly wasn't the worst experience in the world, and I have to say "ditto" this time around. Havin' Gavin was even easier than when I had Claire! Here's the timeline of Friday, December 25, 2009 (yes, Christmas morning):

• 4:00am: Contractions started and woke me from a light sleep. Let's face it; sleeping deeply and comfortably the last few weeks is a treat when it actually happens. This time I was pretty sure I knew they were contractions based on the irregular contractions I had the day before while James and I were at the movies ("The Blind Side" ... excellent movie even with contractions during the whole thing!). They were about 9-10 minutes apart, no too painful.
• 5:30am: 1-Minute long contractions were 5 minutes apart, so I start monitoring. An hour of these suckers, and I call the doctor.
• 6:10am: The contractions are getting stronger to where I don't really want to talk while my insides are squeezing. I'm ready to call the doctor ... just 20 more minutes. I go to take a shower, stopping to breathe through the pain.
• 6:25am: James wakes up at his normal time and sees me straining and bending over while holding on to the counter. I tell him I'm waiting until 6:30 to call the doctor. He tells me I'm silly.
• 6:30am: I'm hitting Send on my cell phone having already dialed and stared at the minute hand until it hit the 6. I talk to the answering service who says they're going to call the doctor (mine, actually, since she was on call) who will then call me back.
• 6:38am: Dr. Jaffee calls me, obviously having been roused from bed. I apologize for calling her 1) so early; 2) on Chrismas morning of all mornings; and 3) the morning after an ice storm. She tells me not to worry and to head to the hospital.
• 6:45am: James and I head to the hospital driving on roads iced over from the Texas-style blizzard the night before. I've reclined the seat and am eating graham crackers and drinking a glass of milk just in case it's awhile before I get to eat again. We pass some abandoned cars along the way -- James stopped to roll down the windows so that he could ask other drivers what was wrong (ie an iced-over bridge?) while I thought he was going to offer assistance. No one is in the cars, and the roads seem driveable. We did manage to slide past the entrance into the hospital parking lot but made the next entrance without any problems.
• 7:00am: I'm in my nice comfy labor and delivery room. This time around, James gets to see what contractions look like; it's not pretty.

This is what a Way-Way contraction looks like.
I may look like I'm smiling, but I'm not happy!

To my surprise, I discovered that Plano Presby has gone all "Earth Mother" in terms of their labor, delivery, and post-partum process. It's been less than two years since I was last admitted, and already things had changed, at least for "regular" births.

1. They room-in all babies now starting at birth. No longer do they whisk away the baby (and daddy) to the nursery to do the cleaning, measuring, and shots; everything is done bedside for the mommy to watch. Same goes for at night; you have to explicitly request them to take your baby away -- and probably have a good reason -- or else baby's in the room with you. The only time they usually take the baby is to get checked out by the pediatricians in the morning and for the circumcisions (if applicable, of course).
2. Rules about nothing touching your lips except ice chips after you are admitted are gone. You can drink pretty much anything except for orange juice while in labor, and they also provide jello and popsicles. I remember with Claire I was gulping down water at the entrance just outside the L&D wing because I knew it was my last chance, and who knew when I'd be able to drink again?!
3. No more Soothies. Yup, no free paci provided by the hospital because they are hoping to encourage more breastfeeding.
4. Everyone's a lactationist. You thought there were boob nazis before? Now everyone on staff is trained in lactation consulting! I mean, I'll be breastfeeding so it's nice that anyone can help me, but it must be intimidating for people who don't have the option to feed from their boobs.
5. There is a mandatory "nap time" during the day for mommies and babies. Well, they can't force you to sleep, but during the hours of 1pm-4pm, it's quiet time on the floor where they discourage any visitors so that mommies and babies (and daddies!) can actually get some rest.

I know there's other stuff, but that's just a sampling of what I found to be different. Back to the timeline:

• 7:30am: IV is in to pump me full of fluids, I've been admitted to the hospital, and James has already paid for what is to come with his credit card. Oh, and I'm eagerly waiting the epidural that should be ready any minute now. James uses the free wifi to search for "relaxing music" on Pandora, Enya fills the room, and I say, "are you kidding me?!" and request The Killers instead. "Mr. Brightside" is an awesome labor song, btw. :) 3-4cm dilated; 90% effaced.
• 8:00am: Anesthesiologist is there to do the epidural. She inserts the needle ... bone. Inserts ... bone ... jabs ... bone ... adjusts ... bone ... gives me more local anesthetic ... sticks some more ... bone. Repeat for another 20-25 minutes and then calls for back-up. In the meantime, I have asked the nurse how much worse she think the pain will get from the contractions I'm already having. She tells me they won't hurt much worse that what I'm enduring now, and I start considering just foregoing the epidural altogether.
• 8:30am: Backup anesthesiologist shows up just as the first says "a-ha!" and finds the right spot for that needle. I'm glad her spirits weren't ruined by an unsuccessful epidural on Christmas! She cheerfully finishes the procedure while telling me all the while that I almost missed the window and would have progressed too far if much more time had passed! James tells me later at one point when she pulled out the needle after another unsuccessful try, the needle looked like it was actually bent. Gross.
• 8:35am: Bliss. Tingly feet, warm legs, no pain bliss. We sit back to wait for the next few hours. My nurse laughs as she adjusts me again; for some reason, I kept wanting to slide to the left side of the bed, and she was scared I'd just slither to the floor at some point. With the good meds, though, I doubt I would have cared.
• 8:45am: Dr. Jaffee comes in with a smile on her face. She checks and says I'm about 7-8cm dilated, 95% effaced, and will probably deliver by noon. She prescribes some petocin to speed things up along a little more, breaks my water, and leaves to do rounds. My nurse jokes that she could probably just wave the pitocin under my nose seeing as how quickly I'm progressing and depresses the tiny amount into my IV via a syringe (rather than having to hook up an actual bag).
• 9:00am: I sit back and start texting people and surfing on my iPhone. Might as well relax during my last few hours. Talk to Corrie on the phone to say hello and tell her that I'll probably deliver by noon.
• 9:20am: Dr. Jaffee comes back and says "yup, you're ready to push". HUH?!?!?! Um, okay. She suits up while all the funny stuff happens (ie, they take off the end of the bed and turn on the "you're going to shine THOSE lights WHERE?!" fixtures).
• 9:29am: Contraction starts. Push, breathe, push, breath, push, breathe. Contraction ends, and I relax.
• 9:30am: Next contraction starts. Push, breathe, DON'T push on direction of doctor (let gravity do the work!), breathe ... GAVIN IS BORN!
  

Gavin De-Xiang Pee
Born 12/25/09 @ 9:30am
7lb 10oz; 19.3 inches

Seriously, that was it. Jen, my nurse, said it went even better than textbook, and Dr. Jaffee concurred adding that she's also amazed since I'm so not a complainer. I smiled a little guitily thinking about all those pity parties I've been throwing myself recently. :)

By 10:30, we were all scrubbed, cleaned, and settled into our post-partum room. I like to think that all the stuff I whined about the last month of pregnancy (the hips that were no longer aligned, the weird phantom aches, the jelly joints) all allowed for a blissfully easy delivery. Yay!

Gavin is an incredible baby so far. He's got my nose -- my mom kept commenting about the big nose, James' eyes, and lots of hair. He seems to be a good sleeper (crossing fingers!) and a pretty good eater. The family came up to visit on Christmas evening, and Claire immediately took to her little brother. She's going to be a great big sis.

First family picture

I was supposed to check-out on Sunday morning (the 27th) but after talking to Dr. Jaffee and Dr. Frank on Saturday morning, they said that Gavin and I were both doing great and were welcome to check-out early and go home if we wanted. After a quick discussion, James and I decided to take the plunge. If we're going to be rooming in anyways and everyone is healthy, why not just go home? So after we used up all our free meal vouchers and watched "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" -- which I do NOT recommend watching just hours after you've had a baby -- we headed home to face the real world which I'm sure you'll be reading about soon.

I'm going to do my best to try and keep up with the blogs (mine, Claire's, and Gavin's) but be patient with me as I have a feeling there will be an adjustment period coming up for all of us.

I'll also be posting lots of pictures in the December photo album as I go through them, so come back and visit often!