It snowed when we moved into our rental house nearly three years ago, so yeah…this is fine.
This is going to be an insanely busy weekend for us as we move into our new house. After months of preparation, things are finally happening. But no matter how organized and streamlined we’ve tried to make this process, it’s going to be nothing but chaos for us for awhile.
Kiwi the Cat just loves her babies. She’s nothing, but sweet and patient as Junior scratches her ears and waves his hand over her whiskers, just as the Middles did with Kiwi when they were babies. Continue reading
As I drove into work this morning, I saw two young men (barely in their 20s) in a small work truck, hauling a trailer full of greenery away from a construction zone. While at a red light, I watched as they stopped where a flower stand was set up, and the passenger popped out to buy a small bouquet of pink roses. His driver leaned over and yelled something, and the passenger picked up a small card, too. He hopped back into the truck, his driver high-fived him, and then they drove off as the young man wrote something in the card.
I like to think I witnessed someone being a good wingman and helping his buddy get on someone’s good side.
Sometimes I sing the National Anthem as a lullaby while rocking the wee babe at my chest.
Sometimes I go a little bit extra.
Oh, now he’s just getting fancy. This was the last night’s coffee message to me.
A photo from dinner last week at our favorite Indian restaurant.
The baby got his first taste of solid food, too: the sauce from chicken tikka masala.
This week is gonna be a doozy. Not only is there work and school, but we are packing. We are painting. We are moving. And we are hosting about 25 relatives for our biggest Thanksgiving feast ever. We are optimistic, but I think the baby is a realist. He knows his parents [*ahem*his mother] are a glutton for punishment!
Martin’s taken off work for the next two weeks and will be the family pack mule/work horse while I call in the honey-do list from the comfort of my office swivel chair.
Though we officially celebrated her birthday yesterday evening, I gave my girl her birthday gift early that morning. Since she was about 3 years old, she and I have regular coffee time together. Those first few years, she drank an “extreme latte” … milk with a splash of my coffee. Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I heard someone playing arpeggios on our piano. It was Lola.
“How do you know those?” I asked her. Continue reading
Coworker 1: “Julie, um, you have glitter all over your face.”
Me: “Oh, I do? Yeah, I was decorating a Christmas tree for the general’s holiday video production today, using a 35-year-old wilted fake tree and massive glitter balls that were probably a few years older.”
Coworker 2: “Oh, that makes sense. I just thought maybe it was a new moisturizer.”