Two years ago this day Tara was born. We had a minor celebration over brownies this evening, and will probably have a somewhat less minor celebration this weekend. Tara doesn’t seem to fully understand what all the fuss is about, but Anna surely does–she’s jealous of the extra attention paid to Tara, what with the presents and people calling. Anna was home with a sore throat today, so she was basically a sickly diva, and you can imagine just how pleasant that was. I imagine when we’re older we’ll all have a good laugh thinking back to these days and then they’ll raise our dosage until we settle down a bit. After a typically gruesome day of work I was too wiped to even get out my camera to take pictures, but Jennifer did get some video, so I’ll amend this post later with the cap.

In other news, I saw the car I’m going to marry buy someday: the Volkswagen EOS. It’s a hardtop convertible with four seats and a six-speed transmission. I ran into a fellow volleyball player who had one and I was awestruck by the folding roof; I’m hoping to take a test drive soon, but since my current VW has < 50k miles, I should probably wait until some time in the ‘08 model year for them to get the bugs out.