Proof

Well, it's official. We live in suburbia. I ran into Kroger this afternoon and saw this in front section that offers local advertisements.

What more proof could we want? We're suburbanites!

But, no matter where you live, life goes on. A poor tired teething little boy is still a poor tired teething little boy.

He's still laying there watching Veggie Tales as I blog. Poor kiddo. He NEVER lays in one place for more than 10 seconds if he is awake. Sit, yes. Lays down, no.


He's probably a bit worn out. We all are. Moving is hard work. And I have to laugh - this blog is sure writing itself! I just typed that and then looked over at Ian again. Daddy had plopped down on the couch next to him.

Just proves my point. We're all a bit pooped. Moving is hard work! Today we got started on the lawn. It desperately needed mowed (especially since we live in an HOA) and the flower beds needed to be weeded. Ian started out helping me by sitting in his Pack n Play, but it wasn't long before he was VERY fussy. Poor Daddy stopped mowing and took him on a walk so Momma could finish weeding (see all those weeds by the Pack n Play?).

After a bit, Daddy put him back in his Pack n Play and went back to mowing. Ian fussed majorly. Daddy walked. We repeated this a few times until I finally finished weeding and took Ian inside. To our surprise, he went down for a nap almost right away. So Daddy finished mowing and then Daddy and Mommy finished some important school paperwork that needed to be done. So it was a productive day. Hopefully, we'll all get some good rest tonight!