Is there a doctor in the house?

Why yes, yes there is, actually...

It is official. We are now Dr. and Mrs. Kent Albert Saunders, emphasis on the DOCTOR! WOOHOO!! Four years later and he is now a bona fide doctor, fully qualified to treat any ailments that may come his way. He graduated this past Saturday, and I am so proud of him! He has done so well.
As I write this, we are in somewhat of a ghetto hotel by the Baltimore-Washingon Airport. Tomorrow we fly out at 6 a.m. to our new home- Washington state. We'll see how worn and ragged we are after a 6+ hour flight with two kids.



And did I forget to mention that he is now a captain? Doesn't he just look like a real-life pediatrician already?

Oh to be young

And enjoy those jumbo lollipops. This was won today during our last trip to Chuck E. Cheese's in Maryland before the move. Taylor enjoys his lollipops while we pack and Erik keeps on growing.

"Maybe we will move to Arizona..."

Well, as some of you know, two years ago Taylor's bedroom had flooded. We were forced to find a new place to rent because fun little mold friends started growing in his room. So we found this lovely gem of a place that we are now renting (yes, when I say, "gem," I am being very generous, but hey, we had about 1 week to find it). If you've been watching the news, we've had some pretty heavy rain. When Kent went downstairs last night, what do you think was there to greet him? Lo and behold, there was water covering our floor in the laundry room. And this time it wasn't coming in from the windows, but from the foundation! Luckily, the only things damaged were a bookcase that my father-in-law calls, "an heirloom," and a rickety computer desk we got from Wal-mart. But still- it's the principle of the matter. So we have yet another story of our home flooding. When we were looking down at our very own water-front property last night, Kent says, "Maybe we will move to Arizona... there isn't any water." I'm starting to feel like Noah.

What an ugly girl!

This is apparently what happens when you leave your son with his friend... who's a four-year-old girl. Taylor stayed with my friend Lindsay while we were at the hospital when Erik was born (bless her heart for being willing to keep Taylor for an entire day AND overnight- I owe her forever for taking care of our child who has more energy than a power plant). He absolutely adores his friend Sam, and, of course, wants to do whatever she's doing. Unfortunately, Sam wanted to be the epitome of girly that day (I suppose it's only unfortunate for Taylor when he brings his fiance' home for us to meet her... for everyone else, it's pretty darn funny).

We've officially decided that he would make a horribly ugly girl... and would never get asked to prom.

Footnote: Yes, you are correct in your musings on whether Taylor is playing with his nipples in the picture on the right. I have no idea why, but he tends to do that.

First Smile!!

Well, okay, it's not really his first smile. But it IS the first actual picture we have of him smiling!