Monday, June 30, 2014

Saturday Night Fever (and Adventures in Crawling!)

Will is crawling! He certainly took his sweet time but, much to our delight, decided to trade in his signature army crawl (a.k.a. The Inchworm) for actual, real crawling Saturday night. Just look at him go!

Our little speedster, burning up the track. Go Will! Go!

Of course, Harper wanted a piece of the attention action too, so we got some footage of her "doing ballet" (not to be confused with The Pogo) to the Nutcracker Suite. This footage was shot, obviously, mere minutes before bedtime.

Martha Graham reincarnated? YOU be the judge! 

Why do kids act like they're inebriated when they're tired? Oh well, at least we've got happy little drunks.

Sweet, silly siblings.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Demolition Day

Many of you already know that we have been in a long battle with the City about the removal of two protected and diseased Laurel Oaks from our property, and the subsequent demolition of our detached garage which was completely encroached on by said trees. We were terrified that at any time the west tree and/or garage would collapse, possibly taking us out with them.

After eight long months of haggling, we were granted special permission to remove the trees and garage, and today was the day! Check out these incredible before and after photos!



For reference, the first photo in each series is from the same position.

I cannot get over how GIGANTIC our yard looks now. It will be a huge relief when it's all cleared out and the fencing is back up, but at least the hard part is over. Stay tuned!


Monday, June 2, 2014

Pick Up

The other day Brad and I were discussing the last time we were hit on. I can't remember what prompted the discussion but I do distinctly remember the last time someone tried to pick me up.

My friend, Kimberleigh, and I were running late for a class when a car with two twenty-somethings pulled up next to us at a red light and asked us where we were headed. "Prenatal yoga," we replied through peals of laughter, and sped off as the light turned green. I still remember the three thoughts that popped into my head at that moment:

1. Clearly, the only thing the Cruising Lothario Twins could see of us was the view from our busts up.

2. I couldn't remember the last time someone had asked me where I was headed.

3. Being eight and a half months pregnant, it was likely the last time anyone would ever hit on me again.* 

It was the end of an era.

Anyway, since our conversation Brad and I have been trying to flirt with each other more, which is no small feat when you have two little kids. Brad has been Googling pick-up lines and calling, texting and e-mailing me me throughout the day with his latest offering. It's silly and very sweet at the same time. It reminds me of when we were falling in love. I am so lucky to have a husband who still wants to flirt with me. 

So what about you? What do you do to keep the romance alive?

*And by "me" I am recognizing that they were mostly hitting on Kimberleigh, who is 4 inches taller than me, weighs 20 pounds less (even pregnant), is 10 years younger and has perfectly straight, long, platinum blonde hair to die for. I am not delusional enough to think that they would have flirted with me for one second had I been alone in that car. Jerks.