If I write, I will end up ranting on the sad political scene in which we find ourselves. I will therefore add color to the page.
Ok, so its been ten months since the Rose Parade, but hey, we were there throwing marshmallows at the cars at night and cheering on the bands during the day.
Becca was in the middle of morning sickness (all-day sickness if you ask her) but she did a sprint triathlon anyway with Mommy and Daddy Richardson. Apparently she does not find this funny.
We're stoked to have a little dude around. Becca thinks she'll be a better pregnant lady if she reads lots of literature on the subject. I don't complain, she looks happy to me.