Becky is not feeling well. With Samanatha, she threw up for about 7 straight months and ended up having to rehydrate with IV fluids. Four happy years later, Zofran has gone generic and that blessed pharmacutical is helping to keep things where they should be.
She didn't want me to post any photos of her dry-heaving or silently sipping Gatorade, so here's some pics from about a month ago when we went to Utah. Becky attended BYU Women's Conference with my Mom and sisters, we visited with my grandmother who hadn't met either of our girls, and we went up and stayed in SOLITUDE, a luxurious ski lodge with a condo owned by Becky's brother's company. Amber Hardman had the pleasure of seeing us for a spirited day of collaborative camaraderie. Unfortunately, many of the pictures taken reside in my mother's camera. She'll have to decide she cares enough to either send them to us or post them on my dad's blog.
Becky and Amber have been roomates on two continents. They used to stab young men together late at night. With knives.
Amber is capable of holding that smile firm, even when two small children are simultaneously urinating on her lap.
Jon and Emily have the same neck.
Grandma Deanna and Sam have the same rosey cheeks.
This is not in Utah. If you click on the picture, you'll be able to that the generic fruit loops have been scattered to the far reaches of the kitchen floor, just like in BattleStar Galactica.