Where to begin? Life has been a blur lately, as we pretty much expected it to be once Piper zoomed into our lives.

Grammy and Grandpa Turek were up for a well timed visit. Piper had been home for a week and we were settled in a bit, the weather was still warm, the trees remained mostly green, the state fair chugged along up in Palmer, and Henry's preschool start date was right in front of us. I don't know how we fit it all in, but we did.

Piper was baptized at St Patrick's and seemed to enjoy the process. We spent most of our time occupying a fidgeting Henry and his desire to run around an empty church. Piper wore the same baptismal gown as Henry, which is the also the same gown Chris and Grandpa Turek wore. The gown started as a wedding dress for Grandma Josie quite a while back (That would make the fabric close to 70 years old?) . The tradition is well worth maintaining and the silk fabric is beautiful, though we had to be very mindful of how slick a baby in silk is within your arms.




Find the Alaskan in the below picture. It's the person that doesn't seem cold and has mud boots on.