Baking with mommy

Lil' update

Wow, I just wrote a long winded bunch of nonsense that wasn't worth reading so I'll give you a quick rundown:

1. our house is listed.
2. we had two couples go through Thursday night.
3. by Friday afternoon we were under contract.
4. Marcy and I are shitting bricks because if the inspection goes well tomorrow (Thursday) we'll need to be out of the house in less than a month.
5. The new house design had been shelved since there was so little interest in our house.
6. I'm now scrambling to help Marcy get the house ready for sale and get the new house designed and get the lot cleared for the house and driveway.
7. I want to cry.
8. Please pray that the inspection goes well!

Chance finds the ONE

Mommy loves baby Boden

If you want a swingset

Build it your damn self!

At least I'm honest

a conversation with a co-worker from 2 minutes ago:

N: "you remember my cousin who is really tall?"
Me: "no, I only pretend to care about other people's business."

Marcy's other video

Marcy's "better" video



Brynna's post ride interview.

Family fun day

Yesterday I was supposed to be in Orono for a bike race. That didn't go so well and I dnf'd early BUT that meant that I didn't need to finish the 2hr race plus wait around for another 2-3 hours for awards which left time open for a family mountain bike ride. We've been taking things slowly with B in her trailer but yesterday seemed like a good day to test her out a bit. We'd start on a dirt road and then try some tame trails. Turns out she loved it! She kept saying "go really, really, really, really, really..... fast!" Seriously, I lost count of the really's. If it wasn't for the pokey ass dog we would've really been tearing it up.

This is my fav attempt by Marcy.

4th of July

The fourth of July found us childless for a couple of days since B was up with her Grampa and Nana camping on Lake St. George. To celebrate our freedom and the ability to sleep in, Marcy dragged us out of bed Friday morning at 5:30 so that we could go and check out an oyster farm she was monitoring. It had to be done at low tide, hence the early start.

It was a beautiful morning on the Damariscotta River and because it was so freakin early, we had the place to ourselves. Almost.

This dude tailed us for a while.

and this guy was out for some early morning fishing.

Being low tide, there were lots of shallow areas. On one such area, we ran aground. Being the chivalrous man that I am, I let Marcy get out and pull the kayout across the mud while I took pictures and mimed whipping her for the benefit of the oyster fishermen only a few hundred feet away.

To make amends, I went ashore and let Marcy revel in the beauty that is my dumper.

After kayaking, we hit up the new property and did some clearing both on the house site and another area to make room for a "camper" that we were gifted. A quaint little number that will allow us the opportunity to stay on weekends as we improve the property while we wait to start building.

behind yet again

but catching up a bit.

This summer, instead of sending B to pre-school we figured we'd save some money and get her a kid walker. A kid walker is like a professional dog walker except with kids. Tie a rope to 'em and walk 'em over hill-n-dale. She seems to like it but for some reason she can't stop sniffing butts.

Yorks take 6 or something

After leaving the zoo portion of Yorks Wild Kingdom we decided to see if B would be interested in any rides. We expected her to look at the rides, give us the finger and storm off but to our suprise (and dismay) she wanted to ride just about every ride several times. The first ride was a kiddie airplane thing, a super safe looking ride from the cold war era with a high tech "chain across lap" safety system. It would take a team of experts, or a toddler, to figure a way out mid-ride and float gently to the soft pavement below. Marcy and I were concerned to say the least. We have expected her to scream and try to climb out as soon as it started. Thankfully, she loved it and it was smooth sailing with the rest of the rides from there.

manning the guns