Not that I'm whining, but come on -- snow in April is one of Mother Nature's cruelties. Here's a picture of our snowy morning.
It's already all melted, although we'd gotten about 1/4 inch before it stopped. It's been snowing off and on again all day, so maybe we'll get some more. Yippee Skippy.
This week was Mariah's 6-month doctor's visit. She's 27 inches long, just over 16 lbs., and she still has a tiny head (only 41 cm), so she's still perfect and healthy in every way. I can't believe it's already been six months, and yet just like with Anna, it also seems like it's been forever. It's hard for me to remember that there was ever a time before Mariah was part of our family. It's similar to my memory of other big points in my life. My life sort of goes in chunks as I look back. It's as if my life were divided into sections based on what memorable thing resulted from them (e.g. the pre-Adam years would be the entire 19 1/2 years before we started dating), but within that bigger section there are other markers (e.g. the pre-Mrs. Horsley years would be my English class experiences during junior high and early high school). Yeah, I know. You don't care. *sigh* :)
We think we've found a house to buy. It's up here in our same neighborhood/ward, so we're still concerned with how far it is from work, but we love almost everything else about it. It's a new home with a great layout -- 4 beds, 2.5 baths, and over 2100 sq.ft. and a small but acceptable backyard (at least there's grass and sunlight). We're in the price negotiation process right now, so we'll see what comes out of that, but we pretty excited for now. We've also dropped the price on our condo, so hopefully it'll sell soon. If not, we're not sure it will EVER sell. Not to be pessimistic. If it doesn't sell, then that's just the Lord's plan, and we'll choose to be happy where we are. It'll just be a matter of accepting and moving forward.
One last fun thing from this week: Anna has learned to paint. But our beautiful girl couldn't just paint with paint. Oh, no. It had to be strawberry juice. On a napkin. Using her spoon. This particular piece is called "Lion and Caterpillar." She named it that all by herself--no urging from me--and if you look carefully, I bet you'll be able to see the lion and the caterpillar, too. I'm going to start calling her Anne Gogh.