Okay, so I know I've been totally dreadful about giving you guys picutres, so i decided to rectify that situation. I'll upload a video later too, it just takes a really long time to load. So I know you guys probably could care less about me, so we'll start off with the baby. (we all know that's who you want to hear about!!!!)

So here she is finding easter eggs, and most upsetting news, this involves grass.

Here's her fabulous birthday cake. I'm inordinately proud of myself. Please don't disillusion me.

Sometimes my dorkiness shines true in my daughter. I'm so proud.

Here she is inspecting G on our visit to the homeland. She just loves him.


And no baby. Just me and lyss being silly, as we are wont to do.

(Dumb hawaii and dumb tan people. I am not a ghost)

And most recently, she has decided, on a surprise visit to the horsey, that she likes it. She now watches it from the window and points to it imperiously when I do not immediately intuit that she would like to pet it again thank you very much.

So that's all for now. I'll try to get the vid up soon, and more about our lives (yes us boring adults) when I have more time. Enjoy!!!

There are so many things that happen everyday in our lives, but if we don't write about them we forget them and they quickly are lost in the fog of the past, where they are unimportant and insignificant. It doens't matter how much importance an experience has for you at the time, in a few days or months they are forgotten. It is sad to think that someday all these little joyful moments shared with my daughter are going to fade into a foggy mist of insubstantial memories that are recalled only with the greatest of effort with little detail, if any. There are so many things that if I had not written them down I would already have forgotten. It hurts my heart to know how fragile our memories are and little we can retain. I know there are plenty of things in my past that I wouldn't want to recall more clearly, but there are a great many more things that I wish I could remember far more clearly than I do now. Someday I hope we can unlock the secret to retaining our memories and how we felt while experiencing them.

If you sat down right now and tried to remember the first time you saw your child's face, could you? Not the time, obviously, but the way they looked, the way you felt, where you were, who was there. Can you remember it?

If you tried to remember the way you felt on your wedding day, how your spouse looked, who came, what you ate, whether you cried or not, the look on your parents faces, can you? Do you remember it all?

Can you remember your gradutation? Were you nervous? Who spoke? Who came? Was it inside, outside? Did you have fun or just endure? Is it still there? Can you remember it at all?

Do you remember your first job? The first day of your first job? Did you mess up? Were you a nervous wreck? Who did you work with? Can you remember their names?

Why is it that so many of our experiences become so insignificant that they don't even stay in our minds? I'd like to be able to say that I will never forget how it felt to hold my daughter the first time. How I cried when I saw her, and couldn't even form the words when my husband asked me if I wanted to hold her, but he still knew. I wish I could hold that feeling inside me and never lose it even a little bit. But already it slips away, day by day. I forget.

And those are the big things. I don't want to forget the way my daughter grins with her three teeth and then tries to attack my fingers. I don't want to forget how she loves to play peek-a-boo, and hides from me before popping up and laughing as she does it over and over. I don't want to forget the way she nestles down with her head under my chin and falls asleep listening to my heart. I don't want to forget how she tries to hide things on her head, and thinks it's the bestest ever.

There are so many things I don't want to forget, and I've already forgotten them. I wish I could get them back. They are my treasures, and it hurts to lose them day by day.

Don't forget what matters most. Never forget it.