How Engaging

This is Christy, and this is a post for the ladies (mostly). Since becoming engaged, I've been asked by many of my female friends and acquaintances: "How did he propose?" (this question is usually accompanied by a squeal of some kind) I feel like my answer is always kind of a letdown: we discussed it over dinner, and it wasn't necessarily a "romantic" moment for either of us (well, it was, but not like how it is in the movies). I mean, it was exciting, but we both kind of knew that we wanted to get married already, and the actual engagement talk was more about the logistics of everything rather than the drama and the mushy stuff.

So because of that, there was no proposal per se, and therefore there was no ring. I didn't really mind, because I've never been into jewelry, much less diamonds. But then when I told my parents that they were engaged, I found out that there was a ring that had been in my family for generations, back when my Dad's mom's side of the family owned half of the Pacific Northwest.* And this ring old, and fancy, and probably worth a fortune, and has a big fat diamond. Here is a picture of me wearing it (to prove that it exists):

Holy crap! Isn't that nice?? Needless to say, I'm terrified to wear it. When I told my dad that though, he said that my mom felt the same way and didn't wear it either! So that made me feel better.

But not to be bested by a 100+ year old heirloom, Daniel had other engagement-recognition plans. And this, my friends, is what it is (just got it today):

A full-on head-to-toe Adidas "engagement" tracksuit! I'm ridiculously excited. There's even a matching T-shirt...and shoes! Perfect for all occasions! Now I've got to start thinking of engagement presents for Daniel... maybe he needs an engagement tracksuit too! Any suggestions?

Oh, and speaking of engagement stuff, here are some pictures from the engagment/picnic games/sushi party at Emma and Johanna's the other week:

(An Imperial cheese tray, and fruit tray)

(Guess who we beat in beer pong...) More will be posted later, when we have more time and patience to upload and move around pictures on here. Talk to you soon!

*Not true, except it is, kind of. We're descended from Dorsey Sing Baker, of "Baker Boyer Bank" fame, as well as "Baker Faculty Center" and pretty much anything else named "Baker" in Walla Walla, and other parts of OR and WA. He had a really long beard.