Monday, September 24, 2012

Game One

 First hit and first run scored.

 Owen trying to help field the ball at the pitcher's mound.  He was supposed to be playing right field.

Owen's cheering squad.  Thanks for coming Mimi and Granddaddy!

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Bye bye brown brick!

Part of me feels a little panicked, but I've decided to adopt a mantra I learned while watching a golf documentary... imagine that.  Seems like my suffering and hours of boredom at the hands of the Golf Channel may actually pay off.

Sometimes it's better to be decisive than right.

So painted brick it is.

P.S.  That's just primer... I think.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Worse before better

Mercy!  This is what you get when you start poking and prodding a 45-year-old house.  Turns out we essentially had painted mulch for window sashes.  Our house is full of so many holes right now it would go well with pastrami on rye.  But we'll get there!

The upside is that is been in the 60s and 70s all day, and with all the windows opened and getting prepped for painting it smells like fall in the house.  I've got to remember how much I love having the windows open on pretty days.

Let me help you get that image of rot out of your brain with a few more pretty pics from the beach:

Owen acted like his Uncle Drew's shadow for most of the trip.  They were pretty cute hanging out together, and I've got about 50 photos to prove it.
Owen also officially learned to swim in the pool at our rental house!  Now if he will just save that knowledge all the way until it's time to bring it out again next summer...

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

It's still Tuesday, right?

Whew!  Just made my self-imposed deadline.  Lots going on around the house this week so I'll be back soon with a few more beach things and some progress shots of the work going on around here.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

See you Tuesday!

They're being Jay from LEGO Ninjago (who, coincidentally, has never been known to fire a golf umbrella from the back of his Mommy's SUV).

We're heading out to enjoy the last of summer at the beach, so see you in four or five days!

A conversation I had with Owen last night after we got home from t-ball practice, where one of the kids goes by the nickname 'Porkchop' (hold on... that will seem relevant in a second):

Me:  Hey O-Bear.  Come brush your teeth and get ready for bed, please.

O:  It's just 'Owen'.

Me:  Oh... you mean you don't want me to call you O-Bear anymore?

O:  Well... it's just... cute (wrinkles his nose)

Guess I need to find something meatier sounding.  Sniff, sniff.

Play Ball!

 (l) Meeting his teammates and trying Big League Chew for the first time.  He sucked on it like spaghetti.  (I swear the smell of that gum took me right back to my Little League days!)  
(r) Getting instruction from Coach Andy, who has to be the best t-ball coach ever.

Owen has had two practices now.  He was pretty overwhelmed and acted like Eeyore all through the first one, but he was still itching to get back out there and had a much better time last night.  And I'm doing my best to figure out how to dress him more like an athlete.  The too small t-shirt and white bobby socks with black cleats up there just isn't cutting it.

Big things about to happen for our house's curb appeal!  The work starts next Monday, so I'll keep you posted.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

First Day: 4K

I can't get Owen to crack at all about what went on during his first day of 4K.  The thumbs up his teacher Mrs. Hertz gave me during carpool is all I have to go on.  Maybe if I build a LEGO mock-up of his classroom and create Minifigures of his friends I could get him to act out the day's events?

I definitely missed having him around today.  When I asked him what he thought I should do while he was at school, he said, "Go to the grocery store.  I need more [cereal] bars and plus anyway I don't like going to those places with you."  I took his advice and I exercised for the first time in ages (unless yoga counts).  Probably serves me right that I had to plop down in three different neighbors' driveways so I wouldn't have what my doctor likes to call a syncopal episode.  If any of you locals see me sitting in the street over the next few weeks, be sure to honk and wave!

And speaking of going for walks, how about a stroll down memory lane?  That's first day in 2009, 2010 and 2011.