It seems like just yesterday that Marty and I were sharing the exciting news of our pregnancy with all of you ... and now, amazingly enough, we're riding out the last few weeks. We've rapidly gone from calmly talking about the baby's arrival "in a few months ..." to touring the hospital's labor and delivery ward, finding a pediatrician (not as easy as you might think!), and for me, washing every item of baby clothing and bedding I can get my hands on. The "nesting" instinct has truly set in. Our anticipation of Baby Harms (or "Tate" for the Schnettlers ... or "Stoke" for the kiting boys!) has been greatly fed by both friends and family, who have showered us with gifts and good, sound baby-raising advice ... Thanks everyone!
Not much to look at, but proof nonetheless. I've been getting better each time I ride, I'm hoping to get some big air tricks into the mix by next year sometime, Stoke dependent. ('Stoke' is the new nickname for 'Tate', as bestowed by our collective Community Group from Trinity Presbyterian Church) So please, come visit; let me share my love of this new sport. Or at least take care of Stoke while Amy takes some lessons.... 