In laws are fine...especially mine.



This post is just for Jo, who recently sent some clothes in a nice package. We missed seeing you a few weeks ago and are looking forward to our next visit, whenever that happens!


I would like to say to all my inlaws: I am glad I married into your family. I think you are great people with many, many qualities that I hope my kids inherit-you are smart, loyal, supportive, funny. It's hard to live so far away; I wish we could be closer and be able to spend time together. I have enojoyed our visits and wish they could happen more often. It's important to me that my kids know that we love both sides of the family (my family and Brian's family) equally.


Here's a shot of Leah in her new pink dress. It was her idea to pose while reading a book-where does she come up with this stuff? She really is quite dramatic.


Hannah is ready for church and looking adorable in her new duds. Too bad she screamed the whole way there, then for the first 20 minutes of the meeting (and I mean SCREAMED), and didn't stop until Dad took her home and put her in bed. Some kids are flexible with their schedules; ours are not. I think the whole ordeal started over a bottle of apple juice that I denied her (because it gives her the runs).

It's hard to be frustrated with someone who calls grapes 'beeps'. This last picture is not of real consequence, I just thought it was amusing. It was a tour bus company that we saw in Washington DC last month. In case you are confused, Jo is Brian's mom, and Brad is her husband.

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