*The same house backed up to a large park. The back fence had a gate that opened onto the park. Ryan opened the gate and shouted into the park "Charlie!! Time for dinner!" and then turned around to me and said "Hey, it works!" If the house hadn't needed so much
And it had the 80s dream kitchen. Pink walls, dated appliances, an enormous fume hood resembling the invading alien spacecraft on the movie Independence Day that hung in the middle of the room over the island, and access by a narrow door that opened into the foyer. What in the world?
*I think our realtor wishes we would just decide to rent a while longer.
*My dissertation sucks but occasionally I can see a teeny glimmer of dim light at the end of a long dark and winding tunnel. Unfortunately there are probably also scary monsters in the tunnel just waiting to jump out and eat my Matlab code.
*Charlie weighs 26 lb (75 percentile), is 32 inches tall (75th-90th
percentile), and has 90th percentile head size. He knows lots of words (bye, dog, kitty, Mama, Papa, banana, milk, oooh, wow, baby, woof, and a sharp disciplinary word that sounds like "DA!" that he applies to the fireplace, the stairs, Rossby's food bowl, and Rossby when he barks).
*He is also getting his first teeth finally. Four of them are coming in on top right now. This displeases him greatly.
*His ears? Are NOT INFECTED!
*There was a freaking ARMADILLO in our BACK YARD this morning.
*Rossby hates armadillos even more than cats.
*We put an offer on a house this morning. Excuse me while I breathe into a paper bag.