Good Riddance, San Diego

It's true. We've moved. Or least we've done the first part of the move. We've left San Diego. Frankly, we needed to get out of that dump. I'd had enough of predictably beautiful weather on a daily basis. How about some variety? I'd like to run my air conditioning unit sometime in the summer and the heater in the winter! That commute along the bay and over the Coronado Bridge no longer does it for me. How am I supposed to get good at being a handy man? They don't let me do maintenance on the pool or even our own condo! And I would like to drive to the grocery store at some point; walking there makes me feel like a bum. And darn it, there are just too many options for dinner. I'd just like one restaurant so I don't have to think about it. I've had it with all these dinner decisions.
Thankfully our ship has come in (No! Not a boat!). One easy to spell savior has come for us, all together now: M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I.

Happy August

It's been a long time since I've made a post to the blog. In fact, you may not know this, but since my last post I had a baby, I've changed about 10,000 diapers and have enjoyed nightly 2am feedings. Well, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure that Boog/Tom has kept you all quite informed on these matters :) My little Blogger.
Anyhow, I wanted to share some more photos (because you haven't seen enough already!). These pictures are all nearly 2 weeks old, so just bear in mind that she has totally changed since then -- I mean, she's almost fitting in to her 0-3 month old stuff now, so you really probably wouldn't even recognize her. Kidding, of course. This first one is pictorial evidence of what Tom was mentioning in one of his previous posts -- this is where Marin ends up at the end of a long nap. Actually, sometimes it's worse, with her legs actually hanging over the edge of the bassinet. Silly!



The second one needs no explanation other than please don't feel sorry for Cal. He actually thinks he ended up with the better deal -- he'd take a cardboard box over a bouncy chair ANYDAY!



The last one is an important one -- it's a 4 generation shot with Marin, her mom (me), my mother, Wendy and my mother's mother, Elaine (from whom Marin got her middle name). How lucky we are to have all been together and hopefully we will have many more opportunities for such occasions.