November 18, 2008

I'll Spare You the Obvious Title

Man I love this kid. Every day she grows into herself more and more. She is so happy and easygoing and fat. I love fat babies.

The house is almost done, really. We had our circa 1989 dishwasher fixed--amazingly--yesterday and now we take aim on the sad looking upstairs hallway, the basement with no door, and lastly, the sun room/hot tub area. I know, sweet. Following these improvements, I will try and tackle a description of all that we accomplished and maybe a few snippets about this ritzy town that we call home.

November 17, 2008

To Tide You Over...

...until I have time to write. Can you believe how big she is getting? I mean, the exersaucer, for christ's sake?

November 12, 2008

Wednesday is the new Tuesday

Okay, between the work around the house and the babies and RCN's less than stellar Internet connection, my plan to post yesterday went up in smoke. We have had a crazy first week here in Chevy Chase (did the actor get his name from us?) filled with more painting, some cleaning, and a little yard work. Fortunately our new neighborhood is chock full of wonderful, helpful, motivated children.

Five such children have started a local business called C.A.R.E.S. and they rake the lawns of lazy people on our street. They found an easy mark in me--two babies and a new house to play with--so I hired them to do the real dirty work around here. We also happen to have the largest lot on the block, so they really had their work cut out for them. Thank you Claire, Abby, Rachel, Emma and Suzannah, without your hard work I would have been the new neighbor with the messy yard.

Without further ado, here are some pictures of the outside of our new house (the inside isn't quite neat enough yet) with a smattering of babies and helpful neighbors.
The Front
The Side Yard
The Back Yard
Mom and Tilda
The Lawn Team

November 7, 2008

Washington, DC

Hello all. We have officially moved to the Washington, DC area (Chevy Chase, Maryland to be specific) so you may not hear from me again until next Tuesday. We are wrestling with numerous boxes and life in a house that is 82 years old. Next week I'll put up some pictures of the new place and your two favorite people in it. If you are lucky there will be pictures of Annie and Tilda too.

November 4, 2008

Too tired

Okay, let’s get this out of the way early. I was too tired to vote. Take a second and deal with it and we can move on. I spent the weekend in our Nation’s capital painting many, many rooms in a house that hasn’t had any touch ups in a little over 80 years. To top it off, the traffic laden drive home took eight hours and I was greeted at the door with a crying baby. I finally fell asleep at 12:30 only to be awoken at 2:00, and then 5:00 and then at 7:00.

Like I said, I was too tired to vote. And you know what? I feel empowered. All of you out there have been casting your ballots (most of you for Obama from my extremely unofficial tally) and posting the importance of your actions on your Gmail away messages. One friend of mine greeted us all with the sentiment, “If you didn’t vote, kill yourself.” That pretty much sealed the deal on my attitude. I stopped caring about my role immediately.

I live in New Jersey and as I wrote a couple of weeks ago my vote counts about as much as a Democrat’s in Louisiana. So today I exercised my right not to vote. In many ways I made a much more difficult decision than you did. You have known who you were voting for since the summer. I deliberated long and hard and in the end realized I just don’t care or matter.

That being said, should we wake up tomorrow with Barack Obama on the outside looking in I will feel a little sick to my stomach. Millions of Americans will have chickened out and voted based solely on the color of a man’s skin. Say what you want about the strongish week that McCain had, but the truth will lie somewhere in our racist selves. I’m not sure that people lied when they were polled, but as we got closer to crunch time the fear may have started to set in; the fear of other, the fear of them. In the end, change is not something we need, it is something we are already experiencing. If we don’t elect Barack Obama we will simply delay the inevitable and then elect Hillary Clinton in 2012.