Here she is! The kids had been asking for a dog for... years now. I told them that when D turned three years old, we would get a dog. That way, there would be no babies and dogs (a combo I refuse to try and repeat), and R would have plenty of time to get used to the idea :)Well, once we got back from Phoenix, it was Priority One to find a dog. A couple days ago, we went to the animal shelter to look at a particular dog, when little Roxy caught our eye (she was called America then). So, after a little time getting to know her - her likes, dislikes... her political affiliations - we decided she was the dog for us!
Roxy has been so good! It has been a rather smooth transition so far. She's so sweet and really good with the kids and she's HOUSE TRAINED!!




(Q took this picture of my finisher's medal. He also accidentally took an unfortunate photo of my backside that I will not be posting :)














So, today Q and I spent some time baking cookies while listening to Christmas music. I LOVED it. Q was really into it - he did most of the work - and he kept saying how great it was that we got to spend this time together... just the two of us. I kept thinking that this is one of those moments that you may have imagined before having children, but couldn't really understand how wonderful it feels. Teaching and sharing my part of the world with my children has been better than I ever could have imagined.
Our snickerdoodles turned out very yummy - great job, Q - but the cookies were only the catalyst for one of my new, favorite Christmas memories.



R loves, loves, loves his kids. He is an amazing father - I tell my kids that they don't know how lucky they are, and I wholly believe that they won the Dad Lottery. I am forever grateful for the way he cares for our children.
R loves being outdoors. Camping and hiking are two of this favorite activities and he loves to share them with his family. He is a fearless explorer!
R is one of the most responsible people I know. He takes his duties seriously and rarely complains. Hard work is never below him - he'll always dig in with two hands. He is also eager to learn new skills and has an impressive knack for doing anything he tries!
R is incredibly handsome. I'm not one to gush, and I don't tell him often enough, but he has a look and way about him that is very appealing (okay, I'm starting to blush... sorry).
R went shopping for clothes for most of his birthday gift, but the kids and I did give him a small token of our appreciation for what a wonderful dad/father/person he is. He had been talking about the movie "Flash Gordon" (the 70's version) for a long time; he watched it when he was a kid and loved it and hasn't been able to find it. I found "Flash Gordon". He was very excited and we decided to watch it as a family (it is only PG). The movie was really... surreal. I'm glad that R was able to relive something exciting from his childhood, but I don't think I would recommend this movie to... people (sorry, R - the 70's were a strange time).






You were born in Edison, New Jersey - past your due date, the OB/GYN was kind enough to induce labor - you were 9 lbs. 3 oz. You weren't the cutest newborn in the nursery... in fact, your birth experience left you looking kind of beat up.
You were a beautifully behaved baby from day one. You started sleeping through the night at six weeks (no exaggeration) and you were pretty mellow during the day. You did, however, have terrible eczema and typically looked... well, beat up.
By the time you neared your first year, you were looking creamy white and itch free. You started walking by 10 months and were still an easy-going little guy. 
As a third child, you have always been relatively patient while being able to "hold your own". Your main obsession through the years has been trains, but you have also enjoyed super heroes, cars and any kind of sport involving a ball. While you are a typical boy, you also allow your sister to dress you up and play house. 


D was really excited to be having a birthday, and a more than a little possessive about the fact - if anyone mentioned their own birthday experience, D would get all worked up and demand, "It's MY birthday, not yours!"