our city pool

As much of a pool as you can get living in the city:

but to him, size didn't matter.

Only time. It was too short.
Bryan and I had fun too, trying to make as much as we can out of our 'backyard'. We just try and pretend that this isn't there.
(it's not ours by the way!)
and thank you grandmama for the pool - he loves it.

so nice

a basket of chilton county peaches and blueberries from your backyard, toys for charlie, babysitting, dinner, a yankees game, a picnic and a hike, a walk along the sound, many walks around town, ice cream, laughing - lots of laughing, good conversation...

but most of all just being together.

will you guys come back and stay with us every month?

31

I hope Bryan always remembers this year's birthday, because I don't think I will ever be able to top it.

His parents and brother came to visit for the week, which would have been wonderful enough, but we were also treated to dinner and a babysitter (Liz - thank you again!!) while we enjoyed a Yankees game without child.

There just happened to be 31 regular season games left before the original stadium is torn down. Fitting.

I've never liked the Yankees, but I couldn't help but to be swept away ~ and found myself cheering for them. There truly was something in the air. To top it off, a Wii was waiting at home, which was played through the wee hours of the night. Wish I had a picture~ there was much laughter as well through the wee hours of the night!

a blueberry mess

In honor of my mother-in-law, who says these are her favorite pictures ever of Charlie ~

If you are a grandparent, you must close your eyes for this last picture ~ it hasn't been mailed yet.

Cheesy, I know, but the grandparents will love it.

Speaking of cheesy, is there another, better, more hip/"now" word for it? Every time i use it i feel so, well, cheesy - but i can't for the life of me think of another fitting word.

a post on, baseball?

To be able to visit all of the Major League Baseball stadiums at some point in life is a dream of Bryan's. He has knocked a few off of his list, and Charlie and I were happy to help him 'check' Shea Stadium (it didn't hurt that he got free tickets from a co-worker) this weekend.

I have a post 'written' in my head of not only the differences of living here, but also the similarities. For instance, we have already been asked several times if we were Mets or Yankees fans. Evidently we must be one or the other. Sound familiar?

We decided to take the train to the game. Charlie loved it~ most of the time. I didn't realize that it was not only a 30 min ride to Grand Central, but then a switch and 30 more minutes to Queens. Should have packed some toys. The poor child ate his weight in Goldfish.



It was pretty cool, even for me, to see one of the oldest MLB stadiums. I think people were smaller when it was built - the aisles and seats were tiny. Maybe it's the hotdogs.


Billy Wagner. I know, for most people who would read my blog~who? But Bryan was excited to see one of "his guys" from his fantasy baseball league.

We didn't expect to stay the whole game - we knew what was in store. Charlie loved it, as much as any one year old could.

The quite underwhelming apple (it pops up after a home run ~ trademark of the Mets). Can you find it? With everything else these days being replaced with something bigger and better, I hope they keep it (there is actually a petition out to 'save the apple').

Notice my boys outfits here.....

and now here.......

and now me......

Yeah. If we were in Seaside FL we would have fit in just fine. But in NYC, not so much. Bryan and I have this ridiculous habit of unintentionally matching. We didn't notice we were wearing the same thing until we got on the train. I was just happy that we didn't dress Charlie in white and khaki that morning.

Fast forward....on the way back from the game Charlie pees....everywhere (because his sorry parents forgot to change him during the game), and guess what spare outfit was packed for him? We had a 'layover' in Grand Central Station and received a few stares, and smirks.

curls

to cut, or not to cut?

Charlie, I am so sorry that you have been mistaken for a girl so often these days. It's the curls, I know, but I just can't bring myself to do away with them just yet. Hope we can just wink among ourselves a little longer as we hear "oh, she is so cute!".

And about that wink pictured, it isn't just coincidence, it is one of his favorite things to do these days. It melts me. I'm already imagining a few years down the road......"oh mom, it was an accident. wink, wink". Or, "come on mom, let me stay out past curfew - just tonight. wink".

one tired baby

I had planned on writing about all his new endeavors this morning - first steps and new words - but baby woke up needy, weepy and sleepy. makes for a sleepy mommy too. I'd rather take a nap.