In the last 5 minutes I've considered the options for new coffee table, wondered how Panera gets the hazelnut flavor in their coffee to be so subtle, did a set of walking lunges in the office (no one else is here yet), adjusted the background on my work computer three times, did desk yoga for a hot second, and thought yet again about paint colors. None of this could mean anything to you, but to me its an indication that today is not going to be productive, nor will it be fun.
This past weekend was fun, though. BigBoy brought his family to see us.
And Grady was most happy to have a baby girl visit. He's been asking for a baby sister. He claims he will keep it quiet and feed it, but I told him he'd just have to enjoy spending time with this BabyGirl.
Cole liked the visitor closer to his size a bit more. It could be because that visitor came with trucks?
BabyGirl is so chill. I did not think I hear her cry at all.
The weekend had all sorts of sweet surprises, like ice cream.
Madam Fannie! She looks so old, but I'm pretty sure she's going to live forever.
And Grady spotted the rainbow, complete with two buzzards saluting the rainbow.
Tomorrow some of our favorite peeps are coming to hang out with us at the new house, presumably to admire the awesome new color I picked. As Keith and I were discussing how excited we were to have them over I realized that I've not shared pics from our last trip to visit them at their family lakehouse. So here we go.
It was early June, me vaguely remembers. All the boys were very excited to be there.
Nice of me to start with a group shot, right? Let's try it again. All the boys were excited to be there, and the first full morning all the boys went for a canoe ride. Ginny the dog is not a boy, and did not get to go on the trip, but that girl cannot help herself. In the background you see Hancock, holding BabyGirl, still in her pajamas at like 9am. She's so lazy. Sheesh.You'd think she could take a quick break from training for a half marathon while having a 2 year and then 6 month old to put on some clothes.
Anyways, it was our first canoe trip, and we were cautiously excited. And I personally was loving BigBoy Awecks (having graduated from Baby A'ecks) swirl atop his head.
Everyone in, and the big boys and little boys are ready.
Hancock shares some final departing words, most of it along the lines of for pete's sake, don't tip over the boat! As another sidenote, I cannot wait to snorgle BabyGirl's cheeks. I hope they're still this big by tomorrow!
And there they went. This should be an outdoorsy catalog picture, no?
The trip was not as long as I expected, but I did get an uninterrupted shower while they were gone, which I liked. No, loved. When they got back, it was snack time. Below you see Alex, and I imagine he's thinking, wow, this is neat, I have playmates during the weekend! and his little face is just so cute. And then there's frick and frack, and from their body language you can tell that they are so over being near someone else 24/7. Hahahaha.
Much of the morning was spent playing inside. Some of the playing involved crawling under a very nice new coffeetable...see the arm?
It Also involved showing BigBoyAwecks some bad habits, like crawling on the kitchen floor. Hancock and PrivateSchool, you're welcome. We can let Cole and Grady show your kids all sorts of bad things whenever you want.
PrivateSchool was gracious enough to take us out on several boat rides. Or he was tired of being cooped up with us in the lake house. Hard to tell, but the end result was fun.
Love BabyGirl's hat.
Someone else loved it too.
PrivateSchool had help driving the boat. This particular helper really just wanted to hit buttons.
But a strong willed someone else wanted a turn, so Keith took a turn holding BigBoy. If you're wondering, all the kids got a sports drink that made their lips blue.
The strong willed one LOVED this. And will probably forever love PrivateSchool for giving him this "driving lesson". At one point PrivateSchool told Grady that proper technique is putting your hands at 10 and 2, and sure enough, the next week Grady piped up from the backseat while I was driving to tell me what proper technique was.
This guy loved it too.
And loved the attention from his instructor.
And I got to hold BigBoy. He looks concerned here, but really, he loves me.
Boat rides are good, and fun, and tire a kid out. But you know what is even more fun? Dancing. That's right, good ole fashioned dancing fun. While hanging out in the lakehouse one of our favorite songs came on, and somebody had to bust a move. It gets good at about 24 seconds.
The other kid is more of a breakdancer, and here are some of his and his new danceparter's moves. BigBoy's moves really kick in around 24 seconds, too.
I have evidence that Hancock has been practicing her dance moves to dance with the boys, but she's pretty scrappy so I wont share that video here. Yet.
The painters came and did their thing. And I looooove the results. So peaceful. The color itself isnt too noticable, but that's what we wanted: calm, soothing, and a nice backdrop that I won't get tired of in 2 minutes.
See? Sometimes it looks light beige, sometimes light gray, and all of the times I like it.
On this last picture, if you look to the bottom right you can see the few walls into the kitchen that still have the yellowy mess that was on these walls before. Blech. Those walls are going to be this prettiness. Momma happy.
I said Mommy wants to take a cute picture of you two in this box for our moving announcement. Climb in and smile for the camera, please. And here is what they gave me.
Cant wait till it's time to take the Christmas card photo.
I woke up at 2:24am and looked at the clock. Someone was late. You see, a certain jovial baby has taken to co-sleeping and while he goes to bed in his own bed, somewhere between 12:45am and 4:50am he comes to our bed, my side specifically, and sleeps the rest of the night in between on my pillow and in my sleeping space. Makes for a few uncomfortable hours, but its awfully cute so I just can't put an end to it. He'll be all teenage angst filled soon enough, right? Anyways, this has been going on for a few weeks, and the last week or so he's been really consistent about getting to our bed around 1am. So at 2:24am this morning I started to wonder if he was over it. Maybe he was sleeping in his own bed again? I laid quietly for a little bit, then just as I drifted off, I hear little feet running down the hallway. He normally just walks, but must have sense that he was late, and came running into our room, blanket tucked under one arm, and BEAH tucked under another and breathlessly said "I here!" as if he were about to be counted as being absent. I'll note that this night he did not bring a book with him. He must be worried about the quality of the reading material we have in our room.
And then it was 5am and I had to get up and start doing a whole bunch of adult sh*t that just isn't that cute.
Update: These three got up to this morning and went to school! It's that time again, people. Wonder what Aunt Karen is doing this morning? A little coffee and relaxing, I hope.
