Photographic Memories...

Ah, the joys of our digital world. The ability to snap pictures at will, free from the worries of bad lighting, blinking, or money wasted on developing what can only be described with an onomatopoeia; I'll go with "argh."

With this spirit of snap-happiness, I'll share some photographic memories of the past few weeks.

Our little Sohl gal's learned to stick out her tounge in the past

few days, and does so on regular occasions. This trick, however is nearly impossible to catch, and though I'd prefer a better one, this is the only photographic evidence I have at this time. She also gives superb baby kisses, huge smiles, and giggles when tickled under her arms. Favorite people include her brother, who equally adores her, and her daddy, who misses her terribly while away.

My Sohl son's *dramatic pause as the author whispers a quick prayer for continuation, much like most would knock on wood* potty trained!. As such, he's earned a man bathroom for this formidable task, which he's chosen to decorate with a "Buzz Lightyear-ish" theme. The shower "curken" stars glow in the dark, we've added an orange bath mat and hand towel, and selected the "spinny" toothbrush holder. Oh yes, very manly, indeed. The space ships adorning the toothbrush holder have seen interglacatic action, it seems, and have the battle scars to prove it.

This feat also earned him the much-anticpated Lightning McQueen potty training toy which has resided atop our fridge for many-a-month. He now enjoys programming the car to drive itself, or more correctly, programming it to repeat 10 of its sayings over, and over, and over, and over. BUT, we're potty trained!

Last weekend my Sohl mate and I continued purging our Sohl possessions. My task was the pantry. For posterity's sake, I'm posting a picture of my efforts: I want my organizationally-inclined friends to know what an accomplishment this is for me. While Mission: Organization it's not, I am pretty proud of my little food closet. Go me!