Hangin in our Hood

Our last house was nice. Good floor plan, nice Aspen trees, ample garage space for Tim. But when we walked outside, we were greeted by our neighbors muttering in some language unrecognizable to most human beings and their front door slamming before any sort of neighborly nicety was given the opportunity to take place. For example, one day we were just a couple with no kids. The next day, boom! We had a baby. Did one neighbor notice? No no. Not so much. We could have kidnapped him and had our faces splashed all over the news and no one around us would have been any the wiser.

So, we moved. It doesn't take much. Our NEW house is nice too. Good floor plan, nice messy trees, more than ample garage space for Tim. And when we walk outside, we're greeted with pleasantries from all angles. It's like the birds start singing our praise and puppies and baby carriages pass by just to make us feel like we live in a Utopia.

Aside from the occasional diesel truck and camper scattered around the hood, it's heaven. So many super cool neighbor friends, kiddos for dude to fight and play with, dogs for him to bark at, parks to walk to...we adore our new hood. We even love our back neighbors who called the police and fire department when we had a bonfire one night. The fact that they notice us really means a lot and dude got a fire hat out of the deal, so props to them!

Here's some video of dude attacking his girlfriend, Riley, and giving her the 101 on dancing to Janet Jackson. Don't ask me what he was trying to do...sometimes he wants one long continuous hug and other times he doesn't want to be touched. Below are some pics from an end of summer (wah!) get-together Sunday night.