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We put Spaz down today. He was 12 years old and a dear friend. Here are some pictures to remember his life and the joy he brought to our family.

Andrea has a more complete photo memorial on her Facebook page.

Spaz as a kitten in 1997

Spaz as a kitten in 1997.

Spaz liked to be up high

Spaz liked to be up high. Winter 2004.

He liked baskets, boxes, bags... anything his size to curl up in.

He liked baskets, boxes, bags... anything his size to curl up in. Spring 2004.

Enjoying a fresh decorating job on the master bedroom.

Enjoying a fresh decorating job on the master bedroom. Spring 2006.

Chief inspector on all our building projects.

Chief inspector on all our building projects. Summer 2007.

One of the few with whom LE was willing to share her toys. Summer 2009, just before the accident.

One of the few with whom LE was willing to share her toys. Summer 2009, just before the accident.

After being struck by a car in early summer, 2009. While on pain medication, Spaz didn't mind sharing space with a baby.

After being struck by a car in early summer, 2009. While on pain medication, Spaz didn't mind sharing space with a baby.

He couldn't go outdoors after the accident, which was hard for him. He had to settle for a potted plant.

He couldn't go outdoors after the accident, which was hard for him. He had to settle for a potted plant.

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So if you didn’t already know, our pet cat, Spaz, was hit by a car back in June. The right side of his pelvis was crushed. His recovery has been rocky and challenging for everyone. He had to be confined to a pet crate for the better part of two months, he cannot jump, and he will never go outside again. LE cannot play with him since the risk of re-injury is too great, and it’s hard to keep an inquisitive toddler away from a furry kitty. (more…)

So I haven’t posted for a while; thought I’d just put something up so the blog doesn’t look abandoned or something.

So what’s happened in the last month or so? A bunch of projects, among other things. (more…)

First harvest, 2009... sorta

First harvest, 2009... sorta

Our first harvest… sort of. We have a gallon freezer bag full of beans and we’ve been picking green cayenne peppers here and there, but this is the first harvest of our “big” veggies: eggplant, squash, Hatch chilies, the first red-ripe cayenne, and a wee cherry tomato.

Yummy!

After five years, it just keeps getting better.

After five years, it just keeps getting better.

Wifey and I celebrated five wonderful years of marriage this weekend. Well, actually we celebrated on a trip to Rocky Point at the end of April, but we did get a date night out on our anniversary too! We went to Zemam’s (one of our favorites) and there shared our highs and lows of marriage.

Our highs were basically those times when we could get away by ourselves and really enjoy each other. And when we welcomed our daughter LE, now 2, into our family. And when we welcomed our son Ian just two weeks ago.

Our lows, well, those centered around a painful, heartbreaking loss we experienced last year (if you know us you’ll know what we mean). More recently, I suspect our lows have a lot to do with sleep deprivation.

The past five years have been a blessing and I am very thankful for them. I have the best wife ever, and my kids have the best mom ever. Here’s to the next five, and the next fifty after that!

Garden in April, 2009

Garden in April, 2009

We planted a summer garden this year. Most of the planting happened in March; we took some pictures a week or so ago and here they are.

In the main raised bed we planted corn, bush beans, and cucumbers. A few small chilie seedlings are in pots inside; they are ready to be transplanted to larger containers.

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To add some excitement to life, it seems God has decided it is time for us to grow our family. I am now the proud father of a four-week-old baby boy! Before becoming a dad, I thought sleepless nights were just for architecture school…

We haven’t settled on a full name yet, but we have decided on Ian as his Christian name. It is the Gaelic form of John, which in Hebrew means “Gift of God”. And that’s certainly what he is.

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