I let so many things come in the way of making a record. Somehow these photos and the quotes of the day get shoved aside in favor of cleaning or myriad other things. I regret that I don't make it a matter of more importance. Enough time goes by, the nuances of our daily life are left unrecorded, and thus not long forgotten. I will admit here something dreadful- I still have yet to make a baby book for Lucy. Rowan? Fugget-about-it. That kid is lucky to even have photos taken at all.

Why is it so easy for some, and so overwhelming for others?

Whatever the answer to that question, I am determined to at least make it manageable and consistent. I do so want this time to be preserved.

And so, a small update here:

John has been offered and accepted a position in Cleveland, Ohio- still with Boeing- but newly charged with putting business and a working team together for his own patented idea. The man knows how to get where he wants to go. We went out for a visit last week and decided Cleveland gets a bad rap undeservedly. But as native Texans ourselves, I guess we should understand that. Our house is on the market so we'll go when that's settled.

Mamie is now 6 months pregnant with baby #3 (another boy). She got her undergraduate diploma in the mail last week from BYU and is still teaching Spinning at the gym. Sleep is gradually estranging itself from her however, the honeymoon period (if you could ever actually call it that) coming to a tired and achy end. We are due May 12.

Lucy. Oh seriously, what do I even say here? The girl is constantly bursting with energy, running us to the edge of sanity and always cracking us up. Last night after we put her in bead she called out frantically, "Mom- there is something stuck in my nose!" I walked back, eyes rolling, for this type of callback is a game she loves to play. "What would you like me to do about that?"

"Can you just bring me a snow blower?"

Rowan is now just over 2 and is reveling in his new ability to communicate verbally. He talks about everything and is ever sensitive and kind. A few weeks back he came down with a flu. Walking around the house he let it go once on the newly shampooed carpet, and then again in our entryway shoe box. Each time he'd look up at me with sweet eyes and say, "Sorry mama, sorry."

In short, life is good.