Violet Sparrow Nolan Flood

Somewhere between Home Depot and Paulino's Garden Shop, the water broke, but we just didn't think it was true. 36 hours later she appeared through an unexpected cesarean peek-hole into a world of anxious onlookers. She has since been to space, re-enacted a scene from the Sistine Chapel and tried her hand at audio engineering. Mostly, she has just been loved.

Happy Dungeon Dwellers

The oh so pathetic drama of moving, has been left in the dust and breathing has become much easier. Everything that we can do at present is done and as the closets can be accessed without having everything come down on your head, we are thinking we did a pretty good job of stashing our clutter. Itsy may have to fight for her crib, but we figure the challenge of accessing it will toughen her up a bit. In response to all those questions about color and wood...

Out And About With The Goot

Despite a lack of enthusiasm for such activities and other humans in general, the goot has got to get out every once in a while. It's just so darn hard to hide it...

Ta Da!?

We had high expectations for this final sonogram. A sweet little cheek? A peering eyeball? A few outstretched fingers? Instead we encountered this which seems to be more along the lines of a Rorschach test. I think I see a manatee cozying up below my glass bottom boat. Probably about 3:00pm, light shining through the water and lots of spring underwater foliage around. There is also the possibility that it is a flesh eating carved pumpkin creeping up from under my bed to sink its piranha like teeth in to my gut. You?

Outside The Box?

While the floors both upstairs and downstairs were finished yesterday marking the end of our sleeping, showering and "where the hell is everything," logistical issues, we did have one little mis-calculation. Upon arriving home at the instructed hour, we were assaulted with truly awful fumes that made sleeping inside less than prudent. As it was late, we had already burned the sensible options generously offered, so we had to go with an alternative plan. While the fashioning of tools out of duct tape was not necessary, Hermann had to once again employ his superior skills with cardboard boxes and follow them up with his best Bambi's mom imitation. We call it our big neighborhood camping expedition as opposed to "3 weeks to go and sleeping on a cardboard box in front of the house." My Heater, My Hero...

Oh yeah...it snowed this morning shortly after we went inside...