a mohawk for breakfast

you know you're a grownup when

you have to spend your own birthday in london. working.

happy belated to bryan! who, when faced with the dilemma, "do i go to london and miss my wedding anniversary and my son's birthday or do i go to london and miss my own birthday?" made the right choice.

happy easter

from the wheeler girls:

not pictured: the wheeler boys, who are currently boycotting group pics.

birthday boys

we celebrated caleb's second year and bryan's thirty fourth with a day trip to wenatchee for the (currently) closest cafe rio and some sun and surf at lincoln rock state park:

happy birthday, baby boy!

a perfect ten

long ago, and in a land far, far away, i used to think that being married for ten years was like a long time. like an achievement of sorts.

but now that we're here, it's more like we've only just begun.

happy ten, wheelers!

bed head