By Way of Introduction

What on earth is a webding? The first choice I'm given to start my illustrious blogging career is to choose a font and I'm presented with webdings. All that's coming to mind are waterwings on a duck. And they hardly need them.
I guess I can write whatever I want, so I started with webdings. And unlike David Letterman, I cannot parlay that one oddity into an entire television program of laughs, I will now move on from the webdings.
Primarily I'll write to inform family and friends of our little family's happenings, but also for me to keep track of our little family's happenings. An interest in journal writing has continually eluded me, but if I was responsible for keeping doting grandparents, etc. apppraised of Annika's doings, perhaps I might try a little harder.
So, enough about me and on to the unbiased accounts of my genius girl.
Annika is 3 1/2 months old now and continues to make us laugh and sometimes just stare in awe and wonder. Her newest achievement is blowing raspberries and other actions in that category. It involves a lot of drool and cooing, grunting, etc. She'll lay on her "Jamboree Gym" and conversationally spit at all her friends there, discussing the latest happenings of Christopher Robin and Pooh. Sometimes I think she is scolding them for their various follies. Either way, it stops us in our tracks as we can do nothing but admire her loquaciousness. (Not sure about that word, but it is what I mean.)
The less darling trait of our little girl is her inhuman capacity for spit-up. We bought xxl men's shirts from Goodwill to wear as smocks for feeding and burping her, but still have to do an environmentally irresponsible amount of laundry. Sometimes the deluge occurs in public and we find ourselves mopping up the grocery store floor. How life does change!
As for John and I, we are loving Oregon. We've been to rose gardens, a chinese garden, we went strawberry picking (4lbs for $3.00) and raspberry picking (5lbs for $7.00!) I even made raspberry lemonade freezer jam, a la Kim Bryant.
People here are extremely friendly and we hope to start emulating them real soon!
We've been exploring neighborhoods and have even gone to see a few houses. We're still not sure how soon we might proceed with the terrifying, yet exciting, venture of buying a house. Our dreams of square footage and a jolly backyard for our kids have been met with the harsh reality of Hillsboro green space laws. The average yard here is (scientifically calculated by me) the size of the occasional grassy spot between parking spots. (Upscale parking lots. Only found in the best of areas.) Anyway, you get my meaning, the yards are minuscule.
As my princess stirs, I'll close my inaugural blog with a hearty thanks to those that humor me in reading something that is in truth, barely coherent.

- Cynthia