Blue Steel

My mom says I would be more regular at blogging, if I didn't put it off when I didn't have time for a vacation recap (which is what I am currently have trouble finding the time to put together). "Just a picture and a paragraph will suffice!" she says.

I'll give it a go.

Eva has many faces. One of my favorites was captured by my sister. Doesn't Eva's pout look professional? Ben Stiller, you've got competition. Those cheeks! I love this girl.


A lighter moment.



A taste of our Disney Time. "Mommy, why are you taking pictures instead of protecting me from large, wild animals???"



Bringing Farrah back:


We celebrated E's first birthday this week. My, my, where does the time go?
I am:
eight hours out from the end of my most recent call.
eight months away from being done with residency.


I am happy about all of the above.

And one other random thought: What's up with the inseams of jeans these days? I'm a tall woman. When I try on any pair of designer-ish jeans, I have to pair them with four inch heels just to keep them off the ground. So I don't. I could have them hemmed a few inches for flats, but my inertia gets in the way. What, may I ask, do my shorter counterparts do? If you hemmed them enough to wear them with flats, you'd lose the entire design of the jean! It seems cock-eyed of the designers to ignore the general bell curve of height in our population.

Time for lights out.