11 months and Six years

Yesterday, Owen turned 11 months old. I totally missed his ten month since it was right before Christmas and all the ensuing craziness. In two months, there have been massive changes, of course. He's high speed crawling, cruising the furniture, making a huge mess, eating most food. He started saying 'uh oh', signing 'all done', having stronger opinions and generally charming the pants off of everyone.

Today is the six year anniversary of my mum's death. She would have rocked grandma-hood. She met Emily, but not her four subsequent grandchildren. She would have loved them all to pieces. Recently, Kate has been asking me to tell me more about my mum. It's great to tell her stories and it makes me happy that Kate will know her through those stories.

Her third and fourth grandchildren:

50 letters, 50 weeks

My sister posted about a challenge to write a letter (real letter, sent in the mail) once a week for all of 2011. I liked the idea but wasn't sure I wanted to commit to it when I was quite sure I wouldn't/couldn't follow through. But yesterday I wrote a letter and sent it off, and it was great. So, I'm going to try. But, since it's already the third week of January, it will be 50 letters/50 weeks.

Keep an eye on your mailbox, you might be getting a letter!

The latest iteration

This weekend we set up Kate's bunk beds. They can be stand alone or stacked, and since we got them, one has been up in the attic. But next weekend we have some friends coming to visit and my sister and her kids will be coming later in the spring, so it was time to get them set up. Kate has been sleeping on the top since we did it, and she loves it. I'm less than excited about climbing up and down multiple times, but it's not bad. Wait until I have to change the sheets up there, and I might be singing a different tune.

We also removed the table that acted as a change table. I don't know why it took so long to take it out, since it hasn't been used in a long time. It opened things up a lot and let us move things around a bit. The next step is to move Owen in there with his crib, which will necessitate rearranging the furniture again. We have some sleep training to do before that can happen though.

Uh oh

My messmaker:

A few Sedona pictures

Clearly weighted towards my children, of course.