So yesterday I decided to to take a look at my baby pictures, and I was a little surprised to see the resemblance between Chloe and I--yes, I too had super chubby cheeks and a lot of hair as an infant. The look on my face in the 2nd picture of me is one that I see often on Chloe's face. So, I guess my genetics have at least prevailed for the facial expression trait, for good or for bad. She is becoming more and more fun everyday. We love making her smile.

Siblings

Clancy

Chloe

Anyone see a resemblance? I didn't necessarily think our kids looked all that similar until I saw Chloe do this. I love these open mouthed smiles!

Christmas in the Northwest

Ok, so click on the link to the song on the left and enjoy one of the cheesiest songs I have ever heard. It doesn't sound all that much different from all the other corny Christmas songs until you listen closely to the lyrics. The funniest thing is that it is all about the trees.

"Christmas in the northwest is a child's answered prayer, take away the presents, and they still would have a tree 'cause Christmas in the northwest is a gift God wrapped in green."

Catchy, eh? I love the Northwest, but I'm not a big fan of snow in the northwest. We have 4 inches of snow right now and we're prepared to sit it out until it all melts.

Here is the view we'll be enjoying until it's green again...

Merry Christmas!

Whites, Colors, and ... Pinks

So you may have guessed that the title of this post refers to the mounds of pink laundry we've accrued lately. Yes, thanks to our very generous friends and family, we went from only a few token pink items (one being Andrew's bubblegum pink BYU Graduate Student Association polo shirt) in our household to a whole three-drawer dresser full of them. It is a new experience for all of us--I am not even sure if Clancy knew about pink before Chloe's arrival, but now that is a color he identifies confidently. Poor sister-less Andrew has never seen so much pink, and for most of my life I shunned pink, ruffley, fluffy things for fear that they may cause some sort of brain damage.

We are proudly gussying up our little Chloe with all the rose-colored frills and furbilows, wondering all along what the future will bring for our little diva. Will she, for instance, be as fearful of light-red shades as I was, or will she be more like my adorable little sister who ran around with nothing but several puffy whole-slips and declared herself the "flower princess". If she follows in her auntie's "en-pointe" footsteps, I will certainly need some training from you girly girls out there!