Dressed for Success

Ev has always had a wild fashion sense. That said, I think a red pony tail, pirate shirt, and cowboy boots are out there even for him. The good news is if he ever finds ends up walking the streets at 3am talking to himself, he's already got the perfect outfit for it...

Selective

Why is it that Sophie can poop anywhere INSIDE my new house within 5 seconds of me turning my back, yet when I take her outside, she has to personally interview each blade of grass before choosing a worthy landing spot for her potty break???  Even after finding the perfect location, anything from a brisk breeze to the chirp of a bird can derail the entire operation. I know she's dealing with some stress issues, but if the Prozac and Pepto (yes, my dog is seriously on Prozac and Pepto Bismol) don't start working soon, I'm going to go Anchorman on her and punt her off a bridge.

Late Night

On nights like tonight where I am still at the office at 10 o'clock, I like to take a peek at some pics of the kids. The pics don't have to be anything great. They just serve as a nice reminder of what's important. Tonight's shot is from this morning. As you can clearly see by the way Everett has his hands behind his back like a tied up terrorist victim and Amelia can't take her eyes off the TV long enough to take a photo, the kids are really into making these memories for me.

Bilingual

While the closest Meggan and I get to speaking a foreign language is ordering a Nachos BellGrande, Amelia is steadily learning. Once she enters Kindergarten this fall, she'll take foreign language every day. In the meantime, she is getting a massive head start...

Like Dad

Just like her dad, Amelia is apparently a destructive force at the very important game of air hockey...

Well, almost settled

We are almost completely unpacked. The kids love their new rooms and play areas. Meggan loves her new kitchen. I love that I  saw two deer in the back yard this morning. It seems like everything is going perfectly. So, naturally, Sophie decided to take a dump on our happiness... literally. We had to take her to the emergency vet today because she was treating our hardwoods, our carpet, and our tile like a rest area toilet. Apparently, aside from being a jackass who likes to spend our money on Sunday visits to the vet, she is a sensitive dog with a nervous tummy. Yep, she is having puppy panic attacks due to the major change and can't control her stomach. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.

If you know anyone who wants a sweet, lovable, slightly mentally unstable jack-a-poo, let me know. Please.

Getting Settled

Ahhh, sweet Internet, it is so great to have you back. Thanks to the lovely snow, essentially every hotel in our area being sold out, and the seller leaving our new house dirtier than a truck stop bathroom, I've had no time to get online the past few days.

We have now been in our new house for 3 days. I can tell you, no matter how many inspections, walk throughs, or drive bys you do, you will always find a few new surprises once you actually own the home. For us, the first surprise was how dirty and cluttered it was left. Meggan and I got on our hands and knees and scrubbed the house we sold. We did this because we wanted the new owners to walk in and feel great about their purchase.  The house we purchased had moldy cheese in the fridge, a dump truck worth of half used toiletries in the cabinets, and enough hair left around to make a homemade Donald Trump wig. The second surprise was that our bedroom is about 10 degrees colder than anywhere else in the house. All vents are open. The hallway outside the the room feels fine. However, Meg and I have had to sleep with 2 blankets just to fight off hypothermia. The last surprise so far is that water doesn't come out of one of our faucets and doesn't stay in our shower. Oh well, I guess you can't win them all.

The good news is these are all minor issues and we both feel extremely lucky to have our new home.  I'm looking forward to the years ahead and the countless memories these walls will witness.