






(This is Cora telling me that our photo shoot this morning was O V E R)



When that got old, we read some books, snuggling on the couch.
James got tired. Cora got curious. She is NOT gentle. But James is pretty patient.
It's Jay's first week back to school. The start of his second semester. He thinks it's going to be a doozy. I have every confidence in him though - he did GRRREAT last semester!




The video is called "Silly to Calm". We didn't make it as far as "calm". Maybe next time...


We just LOVED her outfit today (which she got from her Grandma for Christmas), so we took a ton of photos. Hopefully the avocado didn't stain the sleeves...



We got one of her smiling big before she had a meltdown. Once Jay uploaded the photos, I couldn't believe how blue her eyes looked (I swear they don't look this light in person). James' eyes were already turning hazel at this age, so perhaps she'll end up with her Daddy's eyes?
After her meltdown (and a feeding), she promptly fell asleep. So we took advantage of her peaceful state. Our little sweetie almost never sleeps like this, so I am extremely thankful that Jay was able to capture the moment.
Portraits by Jay


It got slippery after a while though, so I think next time we'll try leaving the peel on half of it so she has a better handle...

(There are THREE diaper caddy's in this photo... one for James, one for Cora, and one just for overnight diapers. Plus a container each of cloth wipes and disposable wipes. It takes a lot to diaper two munchkins!)
Jay and I actually celebrate 2 anniversaries: our wedding, of course, and also the day that we met. While it wasn't "love at first sight", it didn't take us long to realize how perfectly we fit together. So, for anyone who hasn't heard the story of how we met, here it is:
I had graduated from college back in June of 2000, spent my summer in Alaska working for a PhD student, and had been looking for my next big adventure (and job). My mom found an advertisement for an internship with the Student Conservation Association (SCA) in south Florida, in the Everglades, at Big Cypress National Preserve. My mom drove with me cross-country from Cali to Florida, enjoying stops in Vegas, Tombstone, and San Antonio. I remember dropping her at the airport in Tampa and completing the drive into the swamp by myself, my excitement mounting with every mile. I was astounded at the change in scenery and stopped many times along the Tamiami Trail to sight-see and take photos. As I neared my new home, my nerves kicked in. I couldn't believe I was going to be living in a "compound" (a slightly elevated block of land enclosed by a high fence - perhaps to keep the gators out! - with one building that housed a single bathroom, the kitchen and dining room, a "rec room", and a back porch, 3 outdoor showers, a port-o-let, and another small building that acted as an office for our 4 supervisors), in the swamp, with 34 other individuals, in tents (we slept 2 to a tent, picking our tent mates on day 2, before we really even knew each other, though the 5 staff members each had their own tent), for 5 whole months. I knew it would be the experience of a lifetime, but I really had no idea just how profoundly my new "job" would change my life. I have my mom to thank for discovering this adventure for me, and for encouraging me to take a chance. If it wasn't for her, I never would have met my husband, or any of the other amazing people I lived and worked with, most of whom I still keep in contact with, and a few of whom I still consider some of my closest friends.
Likewise, Jay had JUST finished college in December and had gone through some tough times (like me, he had recently broken up with his high school sweetheart, though there were other things going on in his life as well) before entering the swamp. I think most of us there were at a very pivotal place in our lives: graduating college, moving far from all our friends and family (we came from all across the country), and making important decisions about relationships and career goals. We became a very tight-knit group almost overnight. We lived together, worked together (in different areas of the preserve, taking turns trying out different career paths every few weeks), cooked together (we had a head chef, hired specifically to feed 35 carnivores, vegetarians, and vegans - not an easy task, and the reason I now eat my veggies! - though we all took turns as chef's helpers), cleaned together (as a group we created a "chore wheel" that we rotated weekly so that everyone in the compound took turns taking care of the mundane tasks), and played together (our weekends were spent lounging at the beach or hiking through the swamp, and we spent MANY evenings at our beloved Chickee Bar down in Everglades City). We took a few mini vacations (long weekend trips) to the Keys, over to Miami, and up the Gulf coast, and Jay and I even took a romantic getaway to Dry Tortugas National Park towards the end of our time at SCAFL (as we lovingly nicknamed our compound). Those were some of the best months of our lives, and we look back so fondly on all our experiences there. The way we learned and experienced life and grew up and fell in love and made lasting relationships still astounds me. We are so lucky to have had that time. 
And we really need to have a reunion someday... If only we didn't all still live all across the country (or overseas). And we're all in different stages of life: some are married (we aren't the only couple to have come from SCAFL - Erin and Justin!), some have kids (and/or are currently expecting), some have taken on permanent jobs while some are still enjoying the life of nomads, and some are still in school (having returned for advanced degrees). I suppose that makes it pretty hard to take time off right after the holidays and schlep down to the swamp. Maybe next year...



DVD Player:
You may feel the need to purchase an array of new DVDs for your road trip, in the event that the munchkins are no longer entertained by napping, books, toys, or Mama/Daddy sitting between the carseats, singing and "dancing" and whatnot. Don't waste your money. The toddler will repeatedly ask for "Saurs? Saurs?! Saurs!!!" and you will watch the same 8 episodes of Dinosaur Train over and over. I think we watched that DVD 7 times during the 12-hour drive. BOTH directions!
The Way Things Were:
There was a time when Jay and I looked forward to road trips as time to really reconnect and enjoy some extended quiet time together. We'd have long, deep conversations. We'd read books to each other. We'd listen to new music and dream about our future. We'd take turns napping. We could drive for 4+ hours straight, only breaking for refueling. Those days are no more. We now break every 2 hours (on average) for diaper changes and nursing sessions. There is no peace for napping or reading. The only music we listen to is crazy children's muzac (some of which was about moonshine, weenie wives, and dead pigs - what on earth did we purchase from iTunes? 150 songs for $9.99...) But you know what? These days are temporary, and we'll get through them. Hopefully they're temporary enough that come this summer, when Cora is 1-year-old and James is potentially potty training, we'll survive a marathon road trip all the way to Yellowstone (and back) for a family reunion. If you have any toddler travel tips to share with us before then, PLEASE do so. We need all the help we can get...