Here are some photos from Bea’s first trick-or-treating experience. It took her a while to get into it and she held our hands tightly the whole time, but I think she had a blast. I never got her to utter the words trick-or-treat or thank you. She kept asking as we would leave each house…

If my blog was a room it would have a big elephant in it. Two elephants actually.  1) I’m pregnant 2) We’re moving to Switzerland Two huge things on the horizon that I cannot seem to write about. Maybe it’s because I’m nervous. Maybe it’s because with both of those things it’s at the stage…

Bea is compelled to disagree with every nickname Brian gives her. Example: He’ll say “Good morning miss goofy” and she will reply “I not goofy Daddy”. Or Brian will say “Bea you’re a silly monkey” and Bea will say “I’m not a monkey”  So this morning Bea runs into our bedroom shouting “Mommy, I’m not…