She’s always been on the go. From the day she was born, she was ready to roll. Before that actually, I went into labor the first time at 32 weeks.
She’s my go getter.
My go girl has strong opinions on everything. She got very angry with me when she saw this picture, “You took my color away!” Dear internets: Don’t tell her I posted this, okay?
But she sure loves her Uncle Timmy. And his motorcycle.
I’ve been trying to carve out a little time each day to work on editing the photos from my brother’s wedding last October. *Hangs head in shame* Yes, I know it’s been such a long time. Since I got back on the bandwagon, I’m averaging about one photo a day, which means in the past week I edited four. Yeah, I’m just making all kinds of progress.
I was trying to get a shot of my brother here, but I just love the expression on my sister-in-law’s face. It says, “Hurry up and send me my wedding photos already.”
Thanks for being so patient, Mel and Tim.
Tim, moments before seeing Mel on their wedding day.
Sunday night my little brother got married to a smart, beautiful, sassy, funny, bold, independent, adventurous, organized, and very sweet girl. She is exactly what he needs.
Congratulations you two! I think you are perfect for each other.
Saturday night we celebrated Captain RedBeard’s birthday. By Captain RedBeard, I mean my little brother, Timmy (Pronounced timMAY! a la South Park).
We celebrated with a pirate themed pub crawl through some of Seattle’s finest drinking establishments, led by the soon-to-be Mrs. RedBeard, Mel.
Mr. H and I dressed the part as well.
What? You’ve never seen a pirate wearing an argyle sweater?
Yar!
Then Grandma called to say Gem was missing me, and I did my best not to drive like a bat out of hell all the way home. This was the first time we’d left her to go out and play.
