So I’ve been wondering how to properly reflect on the fact that we’ve been living here for two years now, and the only way I could really put it into any kind of tangible concept for myself was thusly:

I don’t feature Herr Meow on here very often (bit paranoid, go figure), but today’s pictures are here to illustrate a point:

March 25th, 2008– Herr Meow by a sunny window, with a friend.

March 25th, 2006– Herr Meow by a sunny window, with a carseat.

The picture above was taken the morning after we arrived in DC, after surviving the scariest cab ride ever and a long, long pilgrimage to our future home.

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Two years don’t seem like much until you see what it all means to a little baby: someone who really has known nothing other than DC in his little (semi) conscious lifetime.

Two years in DC– and it’s been good.