Countdown

We are exactly one week away from closing on our new house. While I am so excited for the new place, it is always hard to leave your first home. I decided I'd spend the last week here posting a few of my favorite memories from our time at home here.

I think I have no choice but to start with the single most important things that have happened in my life....bringing home my two babies (Amelia on the left, Everett on the right)...

Checkup

Everett had his 2 year-old checkup today. Apparently, he continues to be a healthy, small boy with a large coconut for a head. Everything looked great (except a rogue ear tube) and his stats were ....

Height - 29th percentile
Weight - 12th percentile
Head Circumference - 72nd Percentile

Hidden Treasures

Only when you're moving can you truly rediscover hidden treasures from years past.


Here, Amelia found Meggan's veil from our wedding... I have to admit, it was a little more glorious 7 years ago when Meggan wore it...

Everett gave it a whirl as well, but despite his fashion sense, I'm not quite sure he's wearing it right...

Lellow

One day after turning two, Everett is already dropping serious knowledge on us...

2

My little man turned 2 today. If there is anything I've learned from having kids, it is that time moves at an inconceivable pace. You have to try to enjoy the ride while you can.



Like his big sister before him, Ev celebrated 2 with the help of Elmo...

Despite the low key affair, he was a happy little guy...

 Grandma and Grandpa (or BePaw and BeMaw as Everett calls them) were able to make the trip...so, of course it was a great party

Helper

Nobody enjoys the pain of moving. Trying to get all your little items into organized boxes only reinforces that you have wayyyyy too much stuff. Luckily for us, when you have a 2 year-old helping, it is considerably easier. After all, when you're trying to put your belonging INTO boxes, it's just so great to have someone with more energy than you taking everything OUT and throwing it on the floor.

Thanks

I'd like to thank the programmers who made the virus that completely locked me out of my computer last night.  Sure, that computer has every picture I've ever taken of my children, everything I've ever written, and all my financial record keeping. But hey, I'm just flattered you remembered to send me a gift on my birthday. Seriously, you guys, that was so sweet of you. I thought Everett learning to say "daddy" instead of "dada" was going to be the best thing I got. Then, like some kind of computer nerd  magicians, you swooped in and gave me the headache that keeps on hurting. I know I'll never be able to fully repay you. So, I'll just wish you the best....and by the best, I clearly mean I hope your online girlfriends cheat on you and your parents kick you out of their basements.