If 2007 was the year of bike racing, and 2008 was the year of weddings, 2009 was the year of the baby.
JANUARY
Sorry about starting out with a photo of me with a gun in my hand, but January in Portland is pretty uneventful, and shooting guns is very exciting.
FEBRUARY
In February, I had a booth at the Yard Garden and Patio Show and talked to visitors for what seemed like 3 days straight.
MARCH
I turned 34 in March.
...and celebrated by visiting Los Angeles and the Huntington Gardens.
...and a weekend at the Ace Hotel in Palm Springs.
APRIL
Our most beautiful cherry tree fell over in a freak wind storm and our back yard will never be the same (at least not for another 15 years when the new tree is mature).
MAY
The garden in May is lovely. We spend most of our afternoons and evenings in the back yard with friends BBQing and sitting around a fire.
*Note: This month's photo should be of me shredding on my mt bike, but at this point I am 6 months pregnant and leading a less 'extreme' lifestyle.
JUNE
Although I was doing lots of designs for clients this year, I only got to install one large project with the help of some able-bodied sub contractors.
JULY
I posed for some silly maternity photos with my friend Heidi Swift.
AUGUST
I was supposed to have a baby in August, but she wasn't interested in vacating my uterus yet, so I decided to remodel the bathroom 2 weeks before my due date.
The final product was well worth it!
SEPTEMBER
Miss Sunday Joyce Cardinal graced us with her presence on September 6th, and our lives are forever changed.
OCTOBER
I go on my first 'real' bike ride in about 10 months. A lovely day I will not soon forget.
NOVEMBER
I go back to work part time but spend most of my time starring at and photographing the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
DECEMBER
Every Sunday, we go to cyclocross races, and I miss not racing and look forward to racing again next year. We visit family and have our own little family and we're thankful for our health and happiness and creative careers and amazing friendships.
