Our son :)

Tommy and I have been rock climbing and bouldering outside lately, and it is such a joy to bring Barley along with us! He just follows us around everywhere and eats his sticks :)

First Impressions

Barley and Em getting acquianted. Check out the panzon (pot belly) on that boy!

I didn't get a kiss like that when I met Em, but I wasn't as cute as Barley either.

Our Many Changes

It's been a while since we last posted on here... and we have had some big changes!

Numero Uno:

We bought a house!!! We moved in the last weekend of January and are still unpacking... Here are pictures:

The living room, dining room, and kitchen are all one big room.

We have a pool! :)

And yes, this is a built in murphy bed :)

Numero Dos:

So, I have always said that as soon as I'm in a house, I'm going to get dog. Well.... WE DID!! We finally found a perfect addition to our family :) We moved into the house on Friday and Saturday and then adopted Barley on Sunday :) He is a mutt, but probably a mix of black lab and border collie :) He is 3 months old and weighs about 20 pounds. He is going to be a big boy! Enjoy the adorable pics :)

Willow is doing surprisingly well with him :) This pic was a very short moment... :)

He LOVES his bed :) And we love his speckled belly :)

Numero Tres:

Now that we are homeowners, we have planted a small garden! It was Tommy's way of buying me flowers for Valentine's Day :) He's such a sweetie :) It's amazing the small things you don't think about when you're renting :) Here is our beautiful Valentine's Day garden:

Black left to right: Cape Honeysuckle, Lavendar, Rosemary; Front: Ranunculus

We are so excited about our recent changes and are having an amazing time as home and dog owners :)

"If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living."

~Gail Sheehy

Self Sufficiency

My Dad got us the ice cream maker for my birthday in June. In the six months we've had it, we haven't bought any ice cream. And everyone knows how much ice cream Kennedys can go through.

Finger Rock Hike

Finger Rock is a landmark on Tucson's northern skyline (did I mention the city is surrounded by mountains?). Since we moved here in January, I've wanted to get on top of one of these northern skyline peaks. This way when people ask, "where did you hike this weekend?" I can just point.

Finger Rock looks like the formation making a fist with the index finger pointed up. To the left is Prominent Point and to the right is something else. This is the view on our way back down to the car. We made it about two thirds up the right side of the pinky knuckle. I have no clue how tall it is, but if I had to guess I'd say 290,000 feet.

I met up with my hiking buddy, Ross, at 6:30 am as the sun was coming up because we had no idea how long this was going to take.

We shuttled to Pima Canyon Trailhead and started up that way for an hour or two. Then it was off the trail up a side canyon. The trail quickly disappeared, and it was a hard, painful scramble that got harder and more painful as we went on. Here is the progression.

At the start of the side canyon, there was boulder hopping.

Then we saw where we were headed. Ouch. This one's gonna hurt.

Then we come to this stuff. 10-15 foot waterfalls. "Technical Scrambles," if we fell though, it'd be hard terrain to have to drag somebody out of. On the upside, I like this kind of thing, and it was breathtaking the entire way.

This is what the view looked like back down the canyon. These pictures were taken nearing the top in pretty close succession. Check out the change in perspective on the horizon.

I took this one like ten minutes and 800 vertical feet later.

This is as high as I got.

Getting close to the top of the peak we saw the base of Finger Rock. It's rougher than it looks. It's saying, "don't mess with me, boy; I'll straight whoop yo ass."

We didn't get up to the base of the finger. I thought I'd be more disappointed this catastrophic failure, but I am even more excited to go back next time. It was scary up there. I saw the route to get up to the base. It didn't look to hard, but I was worried about getting down. That, and getting up. This isn't the environment to test out your abilities sans rope. From where I took this picture I would have fallen only twelve feet; I'm sure I've fallen twelve feet when I used to skateboard, so I thought, "no big deal." But a fall from any higher, and who's covering closing costs on our house is no longer the biggest of Em's concerns... You can pry tell I was lying when I said I wasn't disappointed.

I'd like to come back here with rope and know-how and get up on this beast.

I feel like I made the responsible decision.

Looking south over the city. Santa Ritas to the south on the left edge of the pic. The Tucson Mountains are the hills on the right edge. The look puny from up here, but they are legit mountains. The canyon in front is Finger Rock Canyon, and our car is parked at the base of it.

It was a beautiful day for hiking. We hung out up here for fifteen minutes then headed. back down.

This was a great day of hiking, all 8 hours, ~50 cactus spines, 7000 calories, and I haven't been able to move my legs for three days of it. I want to get Em to come out with me, but she'll have none of it. I think I have some of the glutton for punishment left over from my skate rat days.

"Chad is out there wrecking his body for this video," Toy Machine ad for Welcome to Hell.

New Best Ice Cream

Cinnamon Banana with a Cinnamon Caramel Swirl!!!!!!
This tastes kind of like bananas foster.
Willow Tested and Approved.

If you have a Kitchen Aid and like ice cream... you need this.

Growing up

Em and I went biking today. We went to the farmers market where we met up with some friends, and we all went to get lunch at a nice cafe (atlantans think henri's). Then biked around looking at houses--not like spectators but as buyers. We will be buying a house soon, which isn't as daunting now that we've been saving and looking.

So there we were riding through some nice urban neighborhoods thinking to ourselves, that house is at its potential, and it hit me that I'm not a little kid anymore. Moreover, I think in lots of ways I've become the grown person I hoped to become when I was a little kid. Even moreover, When I looked up and saw Em on her bike, hair blowing in the wind, pants rolled up over her high purple socks, her purple softshell, and her eternally radiant smile, I knew had married the girl of my dreams.

So, in short, it's strange to me how I had this image of my future in my head, and years later through many a toil and snare, I see that it has become a reality.




"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." My main man, O. Wilde.