I’m still alive…but have been most woeful this week. My all-time favorite neighbors ever of all time…well, they…they moved away (while Chuck is lucky enough to keep his nice neighbors and have his icky, loud ones move away). I know it wasn’t anything I did, that it was time for them to move on. They needed…space. But still. This sucks. The little man has been taking it better than expected. We discussed it last Friday night, the night before the big move began. With a serious look on his face he asked if we were going to move into a bigger house too. Just as I was getting bummed out and maybe bracing for some tears he stretched out on the couch, head on my lap, and began to tell me all about the house he’d like to move into…it would be a HUGE treehouse, like the Ewoks live in. And this treehouse would come equipped with a big screen television suspended from the ceiling playing…Elmo videos. His dream home concept is sure to evolve as he grows, or so I hope, but for now the idea of it cheered me up.
And now we must move forward. It’s a new month. Summer is upon us, the rains seem to have stopped (for now), and there is much to do. More events than you can shake a stick at, really. Last night we went to a picnic at Como Park. Tonight I might finally get to ride my bike. Tomorrow’s schedule includes the Walker’s Family Day, the Shag opening at Ox-Op, and a Blogumentary Birthday BBQ. Sunday sees St. Paul’s Grand Old Day and the Flint Hill Children’s Festival, and in Minneapolis Caribou (formerly Manitoba) graces the stage at the 400 Bar. And the weekend should be a good one for Zophia’s big move.
Bonus: Just say, “Bite me.” Sophie’s line of vegan baked goods are now available in Chicagoland.
Plus: The fantastic tale of a child with improbable hair.
And: A new month means new wallpapers from Veer.
