Moving on up...

It's been a busy few days at the dinnertable. Sylvia, Aurelia and Miguel moved their bedrooms upstairs with the massive help of uncle Ian. All went smoothly except for the brief period of time when the momma chair was wedged in the stairway (no pics 'cause we were busy). Sylvia seems to like her new digs, evidenced by the longer stretches between waking up at night. Knocking on wood, etc.

When not moving up, Sylvia plays with her little, tiny soccer ball
(perhaps with a bit of parental coaching),

gets her neck washed (so much for those banana chunks for later),

reads with momma,

and plays "stick out your tongue" at the dinner table with poppa.

Movie time.

I'm an Architect!

Yes, after two cross country moves, a thousand days of grad school, six years of internship, 10 exams and one interview with the Oregon Board of Architectural Examiners, I am officially a licensed Architect. Huzzah!

What's missing from this list are the countless ways that I was supported by my love and partner, Aurelia. Thank you sweetie for helping achieve what I set out to do.

Unfortunately, as the saying goes, "the cobbler's wife wears old shoes." So that kitchen remodel may have to wait for a bit. At least until I get my stamp, that is. (or maybe a little longer).



PS. Thanks to everyone else who has given me support along the way, including Mr. Geddies from my freshman (high school) architectural drafting class. He taught me how to square my paper, hold my pencil, and that it takes a community to raise a barn.