...It's Doctor R---!
Oh, wait, we're not supposed to use last names around here, huh? Well, it's Doctor Brandon then. Weird!
Congrats to my incredible husband. As I sat in his defense and heard him speak an entirely foreign language with command and precision, I was again taken with his awesomeness. (Especially since, after the grueling thing was over, I asked him about it and he said, "I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.") B, you just rock. Way to be such a great grown-up. And way to be such a superior dad and companion too.
Now, don't get all excited and buy a '66 Land Cruiser or anything, ok?
(Gotta love our sidewalk-chalk-graffiti-ed wall behind him..)
Speaking of what I do all day while Brandon is defending dissertations and putting together presentations for DOTs and finishing papers for publications (and all other such deena): this baby is 10 pounds, 8 ounces now! Beefy and beautiful!
Oh, those lips. :)
We are busy as can be, house sitting for some of our favorite folks while packing slowly and surely for our new adventure. Just a few more weeks in this beautiful swamp, then we're off! Computer time and picture taking time have taken a bit of a back seat in all of this--third baby syndrome? Resolutions to do better, at least with the pictures. And I promise the other kids (and myself) still exist too--everyone is happy to let baby S have the spotlight for awhile yet.