And we're back!

Sorry for the lack of post recently. We have been mighty busy people the past few weeks! The last couple of Saturdays we were helping with weddings that were happening at our church, and this week we decided that because spring cleaning never really happened we should do fall cleaning (we were getting ready to welcome our little sister...much more important :)!

So in a nut shell that is why we have not been around doing posts. But I do have some pictures of the wedding last weekend. The first wedding we were at (Tate and Meredith's) I forgot my camera. :( It was beautiful as well and I'm disappointed I don't have any pictures to put up of that one. Anyway, the one that was last weekend (Nathan and Laura's) I was able to do that cake for them, she designed it all and it turned out lovely...she has wonderful taste! :)

The happy couple! :D

On this day, one year ago, The Storries of Three Sisters entered the blogosphere. So... Happy Anniversary to us? :P

Mr. Harlan is home!

For those of you who don't know, Mr. Harlan was serving in Iraq for the past year and we (and especially his sweet family :) are very thankful the Lord brought him home safely! Below are a couple links to articles that were in the California paper upon his return. One of them is a picture of his and is son who was born while he was gone (Heath was born the day after Beth! :). Anyway, I thought you all might like to look at them!

http://gallery.venturacountystar.com/slideShows_custom.cfm?photoIDs=20750&typeName=STAFF
http://www.venturacountystar.com/news/2008/sep/27/200-seabees-back-from-iraq-families-tearfully/

Baby Beth is 5 months!

It's hard to believe it but Beth is already five months old. She can now almost sit by herself and is making all sorts of girly sounds! :) I'm afraid she is slightly spoiled but we try to limit how many times we say the word cute! ;) She is a pure joy and we all love playing with her and watching her discover the exciting things in life.

A Profound Thought

Dear Reader,
This is the most uncommunicative blogger of this blog. My neglect of this site has been gnawing at me of late (after all, it was my idea! It think), and so I am here to remedy my problem, or at least be able to tell myself that I really am a good blog hostess. Yes, you may call it self deception, but I'm not listening.
I am here to share with you, gentle reader, a most profound truth that came to me the other day. Now, usually, I hide such things from the general public, because the depths of them cannot be plumbed by the average American. In fact, I doubt that anyone reading this will understand the beautiful truth they are about to be exposed to. Unless, of course, I get a French reader, perchance. It is as follows.

Stick pretzels are a balm for the troubled heart and mind.

There. I did it. I told you that you wouldn't understand. But this truth was not discovered easily. It took a singing practice in which one soprano had a croaking amphibian in her throat that would not be dislodged, and an alto who was too easily provoked to laughter. All the ladies were pronouncing vowels like bumpkins. The male ranges, well, 3/4 of them had head colds. It was dirge-ish, ghoulish, and altogether frightening.

But then, we pulled out the pretzels. Not the twisty kind, for those only depress you further by reminding you of your current mental condition. The straight, stick ones. And by the time the un-local singers had been trotted out the door, smiles reigned supreme. It was beautiful. It was inspiring. It was possibly life-changing.

Never forget the lesson of the pretzels.