Finally!

We've been without internet access at our new place for over a week and my right eye was starting to develop a twitch. Theoretically the place has wi-fi but the reality is that it was freakin working no matter how many times I started the computer and willed it to. Thankfully, though an act of pure genius on my part, I asked my computer geek brother to figure it out; and he did. So over the next couple of days I'll be posting the brazillion pics we've taken recently. Enjoy.

Christmas Eve, daddy gives B a tool set hoping to counteract all the girly shit she'll be getting.

Black thumb nails aren't girly are they?

Horsing around with uncle Darren.

He went to Jared

As if the constant dress ups, baby changing, pretend cooking and general irrational behavior wasn't enough proof that I do, indeed, have a daughter, B gave me the irrefutable proof this morning while I was watching the Today show. A Jared commercial came on, you know, the totally annoying one where everyone is impressed that he went to the totally overpriced jewelry store manned by storm troopers in ill-fitting suits (can you tell I had a bad experience in there once???)? Yeah, that stupid place. Anyway, during the commercial B turned to me and said "oooohhhh, jewelry". I'm screwed, totally screwed.

I'm a smidge behind..

..on blogging recently and for good reason. We've been going gangbusters on the house build trying to beat the nastiest weather to the punch. A typical day for me recently has been up at 5, walk the dog, into work, work 9-ish hours, head to property to work for 3-4 hours, go home to have dinner and sleep. Did you notice that I didn't mention blog anywhere in there? Most aspects of our lives have suffered recently because of the push but that little aspect in each and everyone of us that likes to live inside helps us cope. Did that make any sense? I'm not sure and I refuse to re-read/re-write. Onto some pics (these are about a week behind).

me being all manly with a nail gun. no feet nailed to the house. yet...

first wall up. yeah!

Marcy getting her grind on.

view of the walk-out basement area.