Sunday, May 31, 2009

Nobody lives at 2501 Meredith Street...




So long, adieu, adios, and good luck to our beloved Dan, Hailey, and Preston!  You who have supported, cheered, saved, babysat, fed, laughed, cried, and birthed, celebrated, and made these past three years here so joyful.  Off you go to the land of Seattle, so very far away.  If you don't mind, we'll hang on to the Jetta for you.  Don't worry-- we won't drive it.  It'll just be a shrine.

I {heart} OBX

Well, it's the end of May.  Time flies!  We enjoyed this month immensely... of Nate's four weeks off this year, two of them were back to back this month.  The last time he had a week off, it was the first of December and we were fumbling around in the twilight zone of life with a 2-week-old baby.

This time, we milked it for all it's worth.  We headed out right away: back down to Outer Banks, NC, in an effort to fulfill our self-proclaimed mandate that we will go there every year!  It's become one of our favorite places.  So condusive to kicking back, relaxing, and enjoying each other's company immensely.  We got there in the evening of Mother's Day.  What a gift it was to walk on the beach in the sunset with my peeps!  Grant said:  "Isn't this the best Mother's Day ever, Mom?"  And I had to agree.

I've discovered a remarkable equation:  Nate +  sleep= lots and lots of good humor!  Wow... I'd almost forgotten how funny he is in the midst of all that workin' he does!  Babe, it's been nice to have you back, and this is only whetting my voracious appetite for the research year that's soon to begin.... hallelujah!

Here's the boys, eager to start their early morning seashell/nature creature hunt. They came back with some dried-up puffer fish, of all things! 
We also did a lot of this:

and lots of this:
some of this (the ocean was a tad on the cold side):
an enormous amount of this:
and this:
and even a little of this!

As evidenced, it was good times.


Saturday, May 30, 2009

Saturday, May 2, 2009

don't you hate it when...

your neighbor comes a knockin' as you strut your stuff, standing on a chair in front of the dining room mirror, (in full view of the glass-paned front door) in order to achieve a full-length, panoramic assessment of the hot Bermuda shorts you just bought at Target?

There was absolutely nowhere to hide.