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I didn’t even turn on my computer this weekend. Sometimes that’s liberating. But this weekend wasn’t about choosing to be offline and off the grid – we were just too busy. In fact, I’m posting from my phone on our commute into the city.

How is the commute? you ask. Eh. Rainy. Slow. Monday.

I will post a real post. With pictures from a real camera. But since I’ve got some cute ones on my phone, why not share those?

Yesterday we went to Nats stadium for Yankees Nats. We had perfect shady end seats next to concessions. If that Nats hadn’t been swept this weekend, it would have been perfect. Nellie, of course, was rooting for the Yankees since it was Daddy’s Day.

She was amped…cause I gave her my seat.

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She couldn’t make it through the game, though. Little monkey was out in the fifth.

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This picture makes me giggle.

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Nellie is the luckiest baby ever.

Looking at new houses is exhausting–skipping through lovely rooms imagining your life in them (with newer, cooler furnishings, of course), walking down 900 foot piers and seeing your boat at the end…

In all seriousness, though, it’s been a whirlwind four days, and I don’t think G or I have been able to process any of it properly.  We have seen five houses–all in the same general area, all waterfront.  But aside from those two things, these houses could not have been more different from one another.

We saw…

a cedar contemporary, a Victorian, a sprawling ranch, a cottage, and a neo-German design.

Or you could say we saw…

three on a river, one on a creek, and one at the mouth of the bay.

You could also categorize them by size…

from 2200 sq ft to 4300 sq ft

…or by lot…

from .16 acre to 26.6 acres.

Or you could think of them by each of their most unique features…

the wide view, the tree house setting, the unbelievable pier, the incredible charm, the perfect spot.

After all this, we’ve narrowed it down to two– two houses tempting enough to lure us away from our current home.  And while we’re far from decided–on the houses, on whether to sell, on whether all this (waves hands around in a wild circle) is worth it right now–it sure is fun to dream about life on the water.

As for the littlest monkey, her concerns were taken into serious consideration at each house.  But after eating out three (three!?!) nights in a row to accommodate our hectic schedule, she is not only exhausted, but she thinks life is pretty awesome these days.  She likes the nearby deliciousness of each of the houses.

Monday was Mexico–one of the top two houses in our running is just 3 miles away from Mexico.  Dangerous and delicious.

Tonight was Skippers.  Sadly, we really, really loved the home nearby (and thoughts of crab feasts surely danced in our heads), but this house was for a couple, and not a family.  There was not even space for a bathtub for Nell in either of the bathrooms.  Surprisingly, we were the first person (out of many, many showings) to mention that to the Realtor.

Disappointed that the house was a no-go and Skippers will not be on our everyday menu, but it sure was a nice treat tonight!

Waterfront

Life is unexpected.  It’s spontaneous.

We’ve been tossing around a lot of ideas lately — ideas for the house here, ideas for the house in Pennsylvania.  Finally, in a spell of wonderful decisiveness, we decided to finish the backyard project and save the other stuff for another day.

On Saturday, the three of us piled into trucky and headed to a sod farm to get, well, sod.  We’ve given up on growing grass, folks.  After five years of bald spots and thin green pretenders, we decided to just buy the look of lawn.  We’re no strangers to sod–we used it at the last house, and it worked marvelously.

Nellie enjoyed watching the sod get loaded into the truck.

We’ve only gotten about half the yard done — we need one more truckload.  But it looks AMAZING.  I’ll post when it’s all done.  You can hardly recognize our yard — it looks so lush!

On the way home from the sod farm, as we crossed over the river, we passed a white sign, hand-painted with red paint.

“Waterfront. For sale by owner. Call …”

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On Sunday, Nellie, G, and I started our weeklong celebration of Father’s Day with brunch at the resort.  After loading up on eggs, meats (<– mostly G), homemade donuts, and other deliciousness, we walked around the pier and enjoyed the sunshine.  It has changed so much since our wedding four years ago, but it was actually Nellie’s first time down there.

After walking around, we took a visit to see a waterfront property on the river.

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I don’t know what the next couple days or weeks or months might bring.  After seeing the property on Sunday, we took a look at listings in the area, and picked a few more that caught our eye.  We saw one today, and we will see one more each on Tuesday and Wednesday.  And that’s all we have planned.  We might find our next dream home — the waterfront we can’t pass up — in that time; or we might decide we love this house too much to even consider moving.

Either way, this week has been an unexpected diversion this summer–a path we didn’t expect to take.

But, that’s usually what happens when you turn off the road at a hand-painted sign.

Making Room

I’m doing a lot of cleaning out lately.  (Not to be confused with “cleaning.” I don’t want to get G’s hopes up for nothing.)

Cleaning out rooms and moving out furniture. Keeping what’s most important and selling the rest.  Thinking about the future and what our house will look like in 2, 5, 10 years.

Cleaning out my life and streamlining everyday processes.  Making space in my schedule for the things that matter most.

And I’m cleaning out this blog.  Getting rid of spam and old links and crap that doesn’t belong.  I’m not sure if you heard, but the blog is moving.  This blog has grown a lot in three years, and it’s time for it to have a place of its own.

But more details about that soon…

Suffice it to say, cleaning things out feels really good.  Old furniture isn’t taking up so much space anymore.  I’m finding time to write–even if it is just a page a day–and flex my creative muscles. And I’m excited about the next stage of this blog, and how much I’ve come to love this little capsule of daily being.  It’s like an overeager soccer parent on the sidelines of life–sometimes a little pushy and a little needy, but most of the time, it’s there recording the best moments of life and lending an ear when halftime oranges taste more like lemons.

My favorite part about cleaning life out? It makes room for new treasures and unexpected experiences.

Speaking of “experiences”, we sold our beautiful iron bed last week on Craigslist. And our buyer was a lovely lady who just happened to bring…

…her cockatoo, Elvis.

Happy weekending. Clean something out today. You’ll love it, I promise.

FoodBaby

Guess who’s big enough to go grocery shopping like a big girl?

This girl.

I think grocery shopping is her new favorite thing ever.  After shopping at Nordstrom, of course.

Signs of Summer

It’s popping up everywhere around here — evidence of sunshine and long days and lazy, happy afternoons.

It’s appearing in the form of swimming pools catching afternoon warmth on the front stones…

(And I don’t think this is actually a spot for beer bottles, but it does seem like this pool was kinda made with Mama in mind, too, no?)

…and dogs spread out in the sunshine, imagining they’re best friends so long as the deck is hot

…and pink swings hanging from the bottom deck, catching the afternoon shade that the pool is ignoring.

Even our meals are embracing summer, as tomatoes from the top deck find their way into roasted eggplant and lamb and mint meatballs.

(Kid LOVES lamb meatballs.)

Last summer was incredibly special — I was pregnant, and we were counting down the weeks before Nellie’s arrival.  This summer, magically, means even more.  It hasn’t officially begun, and already it’s spreading its warm charm around our house.

Goodbye to May

Before I launch full-speed into summer, I need to close out May with my final set of pictures from our trip to Florida.  These aren’t in any particular order, nor is there a theme, but several of these are trip favorites, and none of them could be left out.

Nellie discovered her love of little scooters. No matter where you set her down, she would find her way to this toy and wait for you to get her on board and push her in circles around the living room.

(As you can see, dogs in Florida love Nell just as much as dogs in Maryland.)

This kid is going to be a roller coaster dynamo. She loved being pushed around the living room in super fast loops, and in the water, she loved nothing more than to be flung around the pool in her float in fast, whipping circles. Luckily, her daddy was more than happy to play the role of water ride operator.

This is pure baby delight:

Nellie thinks squeaky toys on pools are awesome.  G agrees.

Life can’t be scooter rides and water sports all the time, however. Sometimes a baby just has to relax with her Gramma.

I’ve never seen Nellie so tired as she was after her trips around the pool.  She would fall asleep in my arms just minutes after being scooped up and wrapped in a towel.

Happy family.