The Boys’ New Digs: Transportation & Giraffes
We’ve been occupying our new house for 1 month now. And before any of you make that really cute statement about “Ohhh welcome to home ownership…” followed by a wink, save your breath. We’ve already had an appliance repair man fix our dryer for a small fee of a few hundred dollars. Ridic. Transportation One of the first rooms I wanted to have completely ready in the new house was the B man’s. Hutton won’t know the difference between sleeping in a laundry basket in the closet vs. sleeping in a fully-furnished nursery, so I wasn’t *quite* as concerned about getting his room done. We at the Brooks household have…
A Fiery 2nd Birthday
Apparently grandparents run on a different type of fuel than normal people. They never run out of energy. Ever. In the case of a certain little boy I know, endless energy made for a perfect week with his out-of-town admirers. I should devote a whole post to our fun, non-birthday-related adventures, but until then… It’s firefighting time. Because Beckett loves his f*&$@s. And, seeing as he turned 2 this week, we included as many of them into his week-o-celebration as possible. First up, the coolest fire station visit ofalltime, offered so kindly by my friend Katie on behalf of her husband Ethan, a fireman at the airport here. (When I say “airport”, I…
Jehovah’s Rudeface & Abble Products
So those of you tuning in because of my last post on church, I can pretty much guarantee it’ll be another 7 months or so before another serious post like that. Most of the documentation on this blog revolves around bodily functions of toddlers and awkward situations by yours truly, so I will understand if we must part ways until then. But, let me just say, I’ve been blown away by the conversations I’ve had since posting that blog on Friday. Thank you for all of your feedback, kind words, encouragement, etc. I don’t think the post itself was that great, but I think the thoughts within it really struck…
Collarless, Liar Liar, Fire $#%&s, & Rocks.
We have an 18 month old. A legitimate kid who says things. How did that happen? I put him in some pajamas the other day – size 2T – that I remember getting. I thought, “He’ll neeeever be big enough to fit into these.” Not only did they fit, he verbally informed me they had “dinosaurs” on them. Sweet mercy. Why does time go by so fast? I will say, 18 months is a funny age. Personalities are emerging, emotions are being…explored, lies are being told, profanities are being used… I’ll get to all that. Collarless First…this. At first glance, you might think this reaction came when I told Beckett…
