The front of the house when we moved in, December 2007.
The ghastly screen door pre-improvement.
New door going in.
Allen had to hand chisel the entire frame to fit the screen door on. What a pain.
Of course, Lexi was ready to help.
Much better, if you ask me.
Front of the house, April 2008. You will also notice that Kokopelli and the rusted southwestern sun are gone from the front of the house too!
Addie continues to be a very happy little girl. She's on the verge of cutting her first tooth and doesn't like it one bit. She scoots on her back and is almost rolling from back to front. She sleeps well and has started eating a lot better.
We're so proud of Addie's growth. She is quick to smile and a really easy kid to have around. She's happy to just chill out while life goes on around her. We're so glad she's part of our family.
Addie stayed inside. Her job is to look cute. She's very good at it.
Marti and Lexi. And yes, she actually calls her "Mart-eye".
We had a little party for Lexi when they got here since it was the day after her birthday. A few days later, her #3 balloon started to die. We all took turns sucking the helium out of it and singing songs. Turns out, Allen had never done that before. We corrupted him and he took a trip on the "wild" side!
Lexi's new favorite show is Agent Oso. Except when she says it, it sounds like "Agent A$$hole". I'm sure she's not the only one. Way to go Disney marketing team.
Why is it that when people help you, you can't complain about it, even if they did a half-a** job? I even asked Allen about this. What if he asked me to dig some post holes for him? I'd do it. They need to be 3 feet deep. What if at about 6 inches, I got tired of doing it "his way" (it is only his way because he happens to be the poor soul who gave me the instruction...fact is that every post hole should be about 3 ft. deep, not because Allen's an anal retentive punk who wants me to work endlessly for no reason) and just quit? He'd go out there, drop his post in and it would fall over on his head. He would fall down with a concussion, cussing me the whole way down. Now, I ask you, is that really helping? Not really. Telling someone you're going to help but insisting you do it YOUR way and they better never, ever, in a million years make any kind of comment about your way or you're never, ever, in a million years going to ever help them again is NOT help. At least not the kind anyone really needs. I mean, if you're really going to help someone, do the job right people.
On our way there, we got caught in the TEA (taxed enough already) party protests. I had no idea they were even taking place. For miles, there were people on both sides of the busiest street in ABQ expressing their frustration with the government's spending. It was an awesome opportunity to teach Lexi a little bit about our country and the freedoms' we enjoy.
She looked out the window and gasped, "Oh! Look mamma!!!! Those people are holding signs in their hands! What are they doing?!" I explained they were sharing their beliefs. She thought it was about the coolest thing ever. The people went on for miles and miles so Lexi took the chance to wave to them as often as possible. I have to admit, I agreed with their sentiments, but I got a little ticked when some of the protesters took to standing in the middle of a 3-lane major thoroughfare. I mean, shout it from the rooftops, but get outta my way! We were 20 minutes late because of all the congestion.
Here's a few of the things we read on our way:
Then, we had an Easter egg hunt. We had to have it in the family room because it was raining and so windy outside. We played with the bubbles in the sun room. Turns out, Mia has more fun chasing the bubbles than Lexi does making them.
- What started as a way to communicate with far away friends and family has become a place for this horse trainer/HR manager turned stay at home mom of 3 girls to hold on to a bit of her own identity. It's my take on the ins and outs, the ups and downs, the thoughts and feelings, the mistakes and triumphs of this family as we bumble our way to eternity.