Monthly Archives: December 2013

2013 – A Year In Review

2013 was a good year for the Shoo family.


Sarah and I ran a half marathon. My first. Her 2nd. Note: This is from a 10k. When you’re tired and sweaty, you forget to take group photos.

And then Sarah kept running.

And running.

And running.

Still running.

We had an epic vacation to Kauai, Hawaii.

Grayson transformed from a baby to a toddler.


Chris got to be an “aging hipster” (Quoting Mrs Shoo) at Lollapalooza.


Sarah started a video podcast called In A Sknit. And is a state blue ribbon winner.

My dad and I built Grayson a sandbox.

And there were many-many-many bike rides.



Looking forward to 2014, Happy New Year!



From the snow/ice storm that passed by a couple of weeks before Xmas.

Before the broken leg

Before Grayson and I toppled over the front steps we made it out this weekend to Pasfield for a couple runs down the small hill. He loved most of it. Not a fan of going up the hill, but loved going down. Love it even more when mom and dad had a snow ball fight.


We’re blessed every day, but this weekend a little more than usual.

Blessed that the dog broke his toenail cleanly off and only required an antibiotic and some time away from licking his paw.


Blessed that when I was holding Grayson and I slipped off the icy front porch that we weren’t seriously hurt. We did have to take Grayson to the ER after an Xray revealed that he had a fracture in his tibia. We are fortunate that the little guy was a trooper, stayed perfectly still for Xrays, a splint wrapping, and hammed it up with the nurses. Obligatory Tiny Toons, “Hello Nurse.




I will do anything for suckers and stickers.


Grammy and the little guy and his red cast. I’m told he chose red because of Santa Claus. If he’s lucky, he will only be in this thing for a month. On the plus side, it is nice to slow down Grayson for just a little while.

He’s hobbling around and crawling on the floor like GI-Joe. It won’t be long before we hear “clonk, clonk, clonk” of his cast on the floor.

“These things happen” – Grandma Fran.