etcetera

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yup.




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driving

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To operate a vehicle, such as a car.



The position or operating condition of such a mechanism: “He put his car into drive and started home”





The means or apparatus for transmitting motion or power to a machine or from one machine part to another.











to move along or advance quickly as if pushed by an impelling force.







A strong motivating tendency or instinct related to self-preservation.



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home is where...

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we are preparing our home for the next inhabitants. it already contains a lot of memories. it will be hard to leave, but who knows what Portland will bring? a great place for little ms. to grow up and explore the world from.



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Little Angel, Little Sister

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So now the Grandparents have been gone for a few days and we were so glad to have them. Violet has been really sick since they left on Saturday.

coincidence?




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year of days

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Someone knew it was her birthday, today...

with a fancy hat and grandma K around it was going to be quite a party.

let the festivities begin.

Sabina got in the spirit with another hat. She is becoming so grown up. walking around and everything.

The time everyone waits for is here...

Violet didn't really seem to care all that much about the cake, but played with it for a little bit.

She did like all of the little bags and papers and presents even. We could have given her paper wrapped in paper.

She "read" the cards.

...and wants to say "thank you" to everyone.
We can't believe it's been a whole year since she was born. What an amazing life.


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heading to Portland

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we're heading to the land of bridges (maybe not the best time?) I've taken a job with a company in downtown Portland, OR. We will move in about six weeks or so...

these pictures are from the trip out for the job interview. stumptown coffee is pretty great...

Taryn's parents were also there that weekend. They brought a gift for Violet since they look at the blog a lot. It was nice to meet you guys, Wendell and Jeri. Hope to see more of you.

This is my friend Tim and his new wife Anna. They were married yesterday and I wasn't able to make it, but we will live near each other again, soon. You lose some, you lose some.

Tim's palace.


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