This time last year, I told Joel I was knocked up and that we were going to have to sleep in really aggressively for the next eight months.
Since then, we have acquired a dog-niece
and a dog-nephew
and lost a dog-sibling (RIP, Koala-kins).
I went to New York without Joel
and Joel went to New York without me.
We both went to Haiti
[um, sometimes I don't take photos of stuff. I know.]
and ate more pulled pork than, if we're being honest, was necessary.
We moved in with my parents, and have been doing All The Vancouver Things. Like go to the PNE.
And walk around Stanley Park.
And go to a Lion's game.
And (for significantly more money) a Canucks game.
And the Christmas market.
Oh, and then somewhere in there we had a baby.
And now we are THREE PEOPLE and Joel is practically a doctor and I am definitely a mum and we are two months away from packing up our stuff and moving yet again and setting up our little home and getting cats and maybe a dog and everything is so very, very good.
(Oh yeah, and holy crap, I graduated. I forgot that because there were no pictures because I didn't go to convocation because I already graduated from university once because I am addicted to school.)