Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Photos from Moving
Silly bison.
Can't believe we emptied that house.
Aeli and Miss Sadie, feeling blue.
Auntie Erin and Aeli, freshly bathed, in the new place.
Being far more patient than me and Auntie Erin waiting an exceptionally long time for our lunch. (He's happy to be able to sit in a high chair now!)
Peek-a-boo taken to the next level. (Ales did this completely to himself!)
"What was that?"
I realized we don't have any sort of indoor ball for Aeli to play with. He's been enjoying chasing around the rolly limes we harvested from the backyard.
Too cool for school, in Emily's pool.
Can't believe we emptied that house.
Aeli and Miss Sadie, feeling blue.
Auntie Erin and Aeli, freshly bathed, in the new place.
Being far more patient than me and Auntie Erin waiting an exceptionally long time for our lunch. (He's happy to be able to sit in a high chair now!)
Peek-a-boo taken to the next level. (Ales did this completely to himself!)
"What was that?"
I realized we don't have any sort of indoor ball for Aeli to play with. He's been enjoying chasing around the rolly limes we harvested from the backyard.
Too cool for school, in Emily's pool.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Goodbye, Hello
Moving into the new place, while remnants of the Red Dress Race raged on around us. |
This weekend we co-hosted a party in our courtyard, which featured a snow-cone machine (Pineapple mint juice + rum sno-ball?! Yes.), and an enormous hunk of brisket cooked in the homemade brick oven. New friends from my new (awesome) job came, and Aeli was a charmer, true to form.
It's a good place, this new one. We're especially excited to be across-the-street-neighbors with a couple of our best friends in the city. We stopped by the old place today to pick up the cat (who our old neighbors had been watching due to the flea-issue at the new apartment), and visited Miss Sadie. She told us she walked out onto her porch today, looked out at our old place and said, "Man, I can't believe those kids don't live over there anymore. Now I don't have any reason to cross the street." She gave us popsicles and told us about how she and her siblings used to pick mangoes on the hillside in Honduras. There'll be no replacing Miss Sadie.
There are lots of good folks on this block too.
I think it is good that we spent the first eight months of Aeli's life at our little house in Mid-City. Although it was less in-the-thick-of-it than some other parts of the city (like, here), it meant a lot of focused family time. Quiet walks, sits on the front steps, slow Saturdays in our private backyard. I feel so lucky we got that time together. It was a little bubble of cozy. Now it's more urban. From the front room, we can hear folks' conversations as they walk by. There are fewer big windows and we actually have to make diligent use of the blinds. In a silly way, it's like we're reintegrating with the part of the city we used to be a part of.
This city, man. It gets its hooks in you.
Aeli in our old kitchen. |
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Aeli the Bookeater
We're getting ready to move. I've just started a(n AWESOME!) new job. Auntie Erin is visiting, and Aeli still doesn't have teeth.
Good thing, because if he did, he might have totally devoured the whole bin of give-away books.
Good thing, because if he did, he might have totally devoured the whole bin of give-away books.
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