Riley's Room

Our place was listed as a two bedroom...but if there's a bonus room (aka closet) big enough for a crib and a rug (and even a window), isn't that technically three? Works for us—at least until Riley complains.

A Few Firsts

During our trek from Houston to Portland, Riley experienced a few firsts:

• First real crawling, knees and all. Right before we strapped her into her car seat for five days straight.


• First time in Oklahoma, Kansas, Colorado, and Idaho.


• First taste of McDonald's. Sorry, no burgers or fries. Just beans, corn, and cheese from my salad. (A milestone nonetheless, right?)


• First words: "hey/hi/ha" and "mamamama," the meaning of which is up for debate—"Mama" or "Matt"?

And one second, the day before we left:

• Another haircut. Already!

How to Keep a Baby Happy for 2,500 Miles

Toys. Lots of toys. And the pacifier. And when those lose effectiveness, empty soda bottles, big bags of pretzels, toy wrappers, and anything else you can find. Trust me, it works. (Although it may be a safety hazard?)

Are we done yet?

I'm pretty sure the end of packing is in sight. Matt, however, has a very different opinion. Riley's neutral on the matter. She's just going to miss the maze of boxes.




And a brief word of advice: packing for a 2,500-mile move with a newly mobile 8-month-old on the loose? Not recommended.

I should be packing...

...but instead I'm posting cute pictures of Riley.

And I probably should have been packing instead of lunching today with my friend Britney (who took these pictures). But I'm sure the bags will somehow finish packing themselves, right?

Happy-ish Easter

Riley celebrated by chasing a hard-boiled egg around the living room. Matt and I celebrated by, uh, packing. Always packing these days...

Uncanny Resemblance

They say that dogs resemble their owners, which leads me to believe that when Riley says:

"Mamamaaaablahblahblahbrrptbrrrpt"

it means:

"Mommy, could I please have an Old English Sheepdog?"