B...

'B' for Bradley.  'B' for Baby chew toy.  'B' for Bad decision.

Eleven Months...

At eleven months Bradley is walking, talking, and sharing.  Well...taking a few steps here and there; speaking a language that has yet to be translated; and giving, taking, giving again, and taking back. She has also learned the 'uh oh' game.  Such. a. fun. game.  I love love love hearing her giggle.  So does she. 

The bow is clinging to about four strands of hair...but it's in!

Smells like almond butter--Looks like avocado and peas.  Gross.

Daddy is hilarious.

Little Helper...

The ziploc is just as exciting the second, third...fifth and fifteenth time out of the box. 

These shoes were made for walking...

Aren't these just the most delicious little piggies...

Aside from moving...

Over the last month we have--closed on a house--gone through 20+ gallons of paint--celebrated the birth of my sister's 4th baby-- taken Bradley to the hospital for x-rays-- packed--taken Bradley to get a cast for a fractured wrist-- packed--cleaned and packed--ordered take-out--painted the new house--packed--met with the siding guy, bug guy, cable guy, and Lowe's paint guy--MOVED--unpacked--ordered more take-out, napped, and recovered. 

Most of that probably didn't compute, but I bet you caught the part about Bradley's fractured wrist.  Yes, she fell... She's pretty mobile these days but took a tumble and landed just right...errr wrong. 

Don't let her fool you...she's in a lot of pain.  (Ha)

Life as a house...

Almost six years ago Frank proposed in an empty house. There was nothing more than a few boxes, a couple suitcases, and a lonely curtain rod.  Over the years, we've painted the walls, changed every fixture, learned to tile and lay flooring, and replaced *just about everything that needed to be replaced and/or fixed.  We MacGyvered our way out of many DIY situations gone bad.  But...when it comes down to it, we made the house a home--we created sincere friendships with our neighbors and started our family here--we built a life together.  Over the last few weeks, we've taken down pictures, peeled back the layers and years, and handed over the keys of an empty house to a young newlywed couple looking to make our house their home.  It has been a bitter-sweet transition, but we've packed up our memories and MOVED a few miles down the road. 

            Welcome Home

We'll leave the light on for you...