Messy

Then & Now

It has been almost
four weeks
since we moved.
Life has changed.

Then: Surrounded by boxes.

Now: Enjoyment of a yard.

Confidential to my Onetruelove

Happy 5 Year Anniversary!

A Table Scandal, Of Sorts

Yesterday I had the distinct pleasure
of enjoying Sunday lunch
with my main two year old squeeze.
Just me, him, and some Thai food.
So I alone had to endure the awkwardness
when my lunch date lifted up his shirt and
at the top of his lungs screamed b**bies.

While not a completely mortifying moment,
somewhat hysterical if you ask me,
certainly not appropriate table behavior.

Public Apology

It has officially happened.
All those times as a kid an
adult (read: my dad) would
say something akin to
“When you get older you will understand”
or
“You will do the same thing when you pay the bills”
has come true.
And oh how it pains me,
If only to show me how
much of a real grown-up
I’m becoming.
Because only grown-ups
do what I’m about to
publicly apologize for.

A Public Apology to My Dad:
I’m sorry I never turned off the lights when I lived under your roof. Now that we have our own house with a lot of lights, I run around turning them off. Just like you said I would. Dang it.

Pumpkins

I think it rained
e v e r y
s i n g l e
Saturday in October
except one.
Halloween was no exception.
So our 2009 pumpkin picking
excursion was, um,
not that exciting.















Family pumpkin
and Luke’s pumpkin.



















Our pumpkin seeds.
Luke shoveled them in.

Rainy Day Warmth

In our neck of the woods
it has been rainy
rainy
and
rainy.
The sun has peeked out
just enough to taunt us.
Yesterday my wet and icky
rainy day was a little warmer
thanks to…
an afternoon
cup of hot coffee
and a baked goody from
a new neighbor
and a warm bowl of
beef stew.

Creepy Crawly

Tossing a tennis ball
in the empty sun room
has become serious fun
for the little guy.

In the midst of tossing
Luke hollers
"Mama, bee!"

I come to the door.
He hands me a dead spider.

Moments like those make
the yearning for
sidewalks
takeout
and
urban goodness
rage.

Home

I’m feeling very adult
in our new house.
I guess nothing says adult like
your very own
home care & maintenance
responsibilities.
I keep asking where the superintendent is.

Boxes

Tomorrow is the b i g move.
Funny how sad I am to leave
the beautiful Chesapeake Bay backyard
but thrilled to my core to
have our very first house
with our very own backyard.

I'm taking extra special
glances at the Bay as
I finish packing.
Speaking of packing...
I'm slow.
33 weeks pregnant makes for slow packer.