Sunday, July 31, 2011

Happy birthday, America!

Yes, the fourth of july was a while ago.  A month ago practically.  But that's how far behind i am, so... oh well.

Holiday weekend was moving weekend for us, so we didn't do anything super exciting (except break in our new home, which was actually pretty exciting).  We caught the tail end of the parade -- I should say the tip of the tail because we missed the entire thing minus approximately four minutes -- but that's fine because we felt like sleeping in and I don't think Bob would have lasted through the three hour duration anyway.

At least I got the photo op of bob in front of the pittsfield birthday cake float.

And we got to see my cutie niece bailey for a bit...

Cass was there, too, but she was somehow able to avoid the camera.  She did take this picture of us, though.  Boy are we looking rough... Moving does not leave time for haircuts or even hair brushing apparently.

Later on I picked up Chloe and Mason and we made a stop for ice cream.

Bob was diggin the leftovers.  soggy cone and all.

(background explanation: we don't eat bananas by the case.  banana boxes are our moving boxes of choice because they're free and they're a nice carryable size for stuff like books and picture frames and such.)

Re-assembling our furniture has gotten bobby very into tools and power tools and "fiffin stuff."

Almost every day at some point he'll suddenly exclaim,  "I need tool!  Fiffin stuff!"  So I'll grab him a wrench or something and he'll climb up somewhere and get to work.

Mason saw a neighbor of ours outside playing basketball and ran out to join him.  He's friendly like that.

And bobby's basketball obsession grew.

He doesn't usually like to dunk the ball in the hoop when we lift him up because he's not sure he'll get the ball back.  he can be a little bit of a ball hog.  here he's doing a fake-out on uncle james.

Chloe and Bailey spent the entire time picking through all the stuff our landlord threw away that belonged to his grandparents, who lived in the apartment before we did.  Weird?  yes.  Gross?  a little.  but chloe couldn't be stopped.  she dug through boxes of greeting cards searching for ones that weren't written in and saved the ones she found.  most of them were completely useless to her seeing as how they said things like, "happy anniversary, wife," but she kept them anyway.  goofball.

Bailey joined right in.

Later that night we went to the fireworks.  Bob had lots of fun being out late.  Very mature.

Here's a little splice-together of videos taken while we waited for the show to start...

Bubbs was pretty impressed by the fireworks i suppose.  it was worth the late bedtime even though the show was cut short due to some kind of technical difficulties.

Chloe and Mason spent the night on our pull-out couch.  I had to get a shot of mason all wrapped up in the covers in the morning.

Chloe tried to get up early with me and bobby but fell back to sleep on the couch shortly after.  I did, too, actually.  Which means bob had reign of the house, unsupervised.

When I woke up I said, "bobby, where are you?"  i heard a "wheyah are zou, bobby?" from the kitchen and went to check it out...  I found him eating a piece of leftover pizza that he pulled from the box left on the kitchen table the night before.  So that would be bobby's first time serving himself breakfast, and his first time eating cold pizza for breakfast as well.  I have a video which I forgot to upload, maybe i'll add it here in a couple days if you wanna check back...

Later on my mum and her boyfriend tom and his kids stopped by to check out our new digs.  bobby's first priority was, of course, to show them the basketball hoop.

tom's daughter gracie was just as determined as bob, and almost as unlikely to make a basket.

but she was super cute trying.

and so were you, bubby, don't worry.

we are loving summer, loving our new place, loving each other.  life's swell.  hope yours is, too.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Recent and random

Every night right before I lay him in his crib I pray with Bobby.  Sometimes he joins in and prays too; sometimes not.  Last night when I started naming some "thank you God for...s" he interjected with "fank zou dirlies" (that's "thank you for girlies") and then "fank zou pool."  (We had been to the pool and three girls were swimming there also.  And Bobby loves little girls.  Enough that he thanks God for them in his prayers.)  Also, pools are my favorite.  Especially nice quiet clean ones.  Nothing better on a hot day.  Except for tubing and waterskiing.  But i suppose i technically can't do those things this summer.  cause i'm pregnant.  yeppers.  my normally thinnish waist is starting to feel very thick.  but i sport a two-piece bathing suit at the pool anyway.  i don't even care.  but i don't take pictures of myself in said bathing suit and post them here, that's for sure.

Bob has learned to cope with the fact that he can't play basketball in the middle of the night.  He's still obsessed, but at least he's been able to sleep.  "Baby can't dunk ba-beh-ball real high.  Too dark right now," he'll say.  

Last week when we were at Gram's I took Bobby for a walk in the woods.  He loves it when I do.

My brothers and cousins and I used to play in these woods for hour upon hour  -- building forts and climbing trees and playing cops and robbers and starting fires we weren't supposed to.

The whistle Bob has around his neck was mine; my little brother James had a matching one with blue gems (um i'm using that term loosely, obviously -- they were plastic) instead of pink.  When we were out playing Gram would ring the bell outside the back door and that was our signal to come home.  If we were far away we would blow the whistles to let her know we were heading back.  James's whistle has been partially broken forever, but mine was in perfect condition -- until Bobby broke it, of course.  Boys.

When we saw this tree that had fallen Bob said, "Mama poop it back up?"

Then he kept trying to put fallen sticks back on the branches.

Being his boy self, he stomped in the mud and threw rocks in the stream.

He soaked in the cool spotted sunshine that only the woods can provide.

He inspected trees and moss and bugs and just everything.

And I soaked up my boy...

... and the beauty of the woods.

Ben and Bob and I had a lunch date at the 99 recently...  Man I love that restaurant.  Boneless buffalo chicken salad.  Come on.  We haven't been since we lived across the bridge from the one in Salem, and now that I think of it I'm pretty sure Bobby was a newborn the last time we went.  And now I'm making myself super hungry.  Can I make ben run out for curbside to go right now since i'm pregnant?

Bubbs was super cute and well-behaved the whole time, just gobbling up everything the place had to offer.  Milk and popcorn and chicken tenders and broccoli and lemon slices and an ice cream sandwich.  Mmm.

And I think I'm gonna call it quits for tonight right there.  But I'll be back soon, i promise.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Basketball jones

We're officially moved into our new apartment.  
On the cul de sac next to our house is a basketball hoop.  
Bob is obsessed.

So obsessed that he can hardly sleep.  He's up hours past his bedtime, talking in his crib about "dunking real high ba-beh-ball hoop" and "can't dunk it, way too high."  Then he wakes up in the middle of the night and it starts all over again.  I go in to calm him down and he says "get up!  shoot ba-beh-ball real high," and i try to explain that it's too dark out so it's better to rest and build up our stamina for tomorrow.  tonight has actually gone better so far.  probably because he's been so sleep deprived the past few days.

Bobby knows he can't make the shot, and yet he is so determined to keep trying.  

He seems to think the six or eight inches he gains by standing on the base of the hoop will make all the difference, but i think we all know that the behind-the-hoop angle isn't doing him any favors.

He always wants me to play with him, which I wouldn't mind except that he usually makes me use the little ball.  and i just don't think that's fair since i'm the big one.

Here's a little video.  I added closed captioning for the deaf and those who can't understand bob's dialect as well as i can.  (You might want to pause the music at the bottom of the page.)

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