To 2011

To treat life as less than a miracle is to give up on it.

I planned to post this article about new years resolutions, and I guess I just did that, but I decided that's not where I want to land at the end of the year.

So instead, I'm listening to Beggar on a Beach of Gold, and hoping Noah doesn't electrocute himself in the meanwhile. Not to be nonchalant about electrocution. I'm a big Beggar on a Beach of Gold fan. When I knew Mike and the Mechanics were dropping off the charts, I used to listen to the top 20 rerun at 2am on a Wednesday on East Coast Radio. Yeah. Alarm clock and radio.  Now I *cough* have the music on my laptop.  But I'm still usually awake at 2.  Anyway, the point is perhaps that we're all on gold beaches.  We should notice the riches between our toes.

I have plenty of goals-- and hopes-- for 2011, and you'll hear about them soon enough. But for now, I wanted to take a moment to share some pictures from 2010.   And I wanted to thank you very much for reading Concrete Gardener.  I've really enjoyed learning about sustainability, simplicity, and where it fits in our life as a new family-- I've loved learning with you, and hearing from some of you.  The internet has the power to remind me that I can connect even when I'm not quite sure of the how to express my hopes.

Now, I know you're not as in love with my family as I am, so forgive the deluge...  Also forgive the reverse order.

Noah is excited over his biggest gift yet... Thanks Tiff and Justin

Noah knows we're not going to be able to leave him here for long...

Noah was a ninja for halloween.  He wore our clothes.

Sam caught our sunset on July 4

Was it ever this warm?

Was he ever this small?