Our new home sweet home!! We moved a total of about 200 feet from our old place, out of an apartment building and into the first floor of this rental house. I can see Todd and the hardware store from our front stoop. I may have to invest in one of those dinner triangles so I can yell, "Dinner's ready. Come and get it!" (if I actually cooked dinner, I mean)

Henry whooping it up with Nonno our new front stoop. How did we know it was the right house for us? It said "Henry Home" right on the front step! A dead giveaway.

Here's Greg Campbell, mover extraordinaire and friend extraordinaire. Quick note about Greg. Not only does he come over and move your heavy stuff on a flower-wilting, hot, muggy DC day, but later when you take him out to lunch to thank him, HE picks up the check! I highly recommend using him as your mover.

Our stuff. Yes, we likes booze poured over our morning cereal. What of it?

Our first meal in our new place! All I could find were Thai Ramen Noodles and this giant spoon to eat them with. Not very different from our normal dinners, actually.

OUR BIG MOVE DAY!!!

While Todd (the hero and MVP of the move) took down the more

than 37,000 improvements he'd made to our old place...

Henry packed...

Nonno packed...

And Nonna cooked up a storm.

Love bunnies!

Hello from boxes and crates and bins central!

We've moved and we ain't got our stinkin' DSL installed yet. (love Verizon!) Plus our computer equipment is in a box...um....somewhere.

The moment we're techno-set up, I promise I'll update this blog with new pix. Promise!

Right now, I am on our wireless laptop mooching network time from anonymous good souls in the neighborhood. I keep waiting to hear sirens as the wireless police come to get me.

Until then, I can write that as I type, the child is heartily enjoying a jelly samich. There is now jelly in places where I didn't know he had places. We are trying to unpack as fast as we can, because it's danger central for the boy. On the first day of the move, he proudly showed me the box of knives he'd found. The next day, he pointed out all the cleaning fluids he'd discovered. I swear, kids have their own guardian angel. And Henry's is working double overtime.

Todd decided to store those very cleaning fluids on super-high shelves in our kitchen. He's so uber-practical at all times, that I thrilled to think I had finally caught him in a foolish mistake. "Y'know," I gloated, "that's not very practical. I won't be able to reach those even with a ladder." "But you never use them," he said. Dagnabbit! He had me there.

Peace and silliness,

--Adriana

When Henry ain't picking up chicks in bars (post below),

he's picking up chicks in parks.

Here he is with a bevy of beauties at Sophie's birthday party.

Celebrating Italy's win by doing some chin-ups.

(note the old man's store behind his right shoulder)

Cheex.

World Cup Fever!!

We caught it! On Sunday we went to our favorite local pub, Marx Cafe to watch the planet's best soccer team ITALIA hand France their berets. Holy headbutts! The guy to the left wearing a red shirt and looking cross, is of course French.
Boo hoo hoo.

"FORZA AZZURRI!!!!" Lambros Duni shouts. He's Greek, but for this one day we made him an honorary Italian.






Henry: "So like, yeah, I'm living with my folks right now, whatever, but that's just a temporary thing. We could go to your place."

Busting into Mama's make-up




Doing his best Theodore Roosevelt impersonation (in West VA)





Enjoying corn...on a stick!



Baby's first Goat Ribs...



You people have got to be kidding me... (wearing Papa's shoes)

Above are some random redhead shots just to catch you up with Mr. Picklesworth., and here are the words he can say so far:

1. Up (constantly)
2. Shoes
3. Keys
4. Bye-bye
5. Ow (drama queen, like World Cup players)
6. Mine (just wait till you have a sib, kid)
7. Papa
8. Mama
9. Baby
10. Ssssshhhhh (when someone is sleeping, like a whino on a park bench)
11. No (and not yes, he's pretty negative)
12. Ball
13. Nonna-Nonna (that means sleep)
14. Monkey (funniest word in the English language)
15. Boo-boo

Because you sports fans out there demanded renovation pix of Pfeiffer's Hardware...here they is. Let's begin with some 60-year old rotting wood being removed from the store facade. This is right after they tore down the riot gates over the door and window. We are now the first store on the street not to look like we're in a maximum security Mad Maxx Beyond Thunderdome neighborhood.

This is some of the work being done on the inside of the store. See those windows in the back? There were beautiful boarded up windows back there. Who knew?

Here are the contractors tearing apart the front of the store. It is still a work in progress, but we have a new window and door now, and will have a whole new facade soon.

Henry at the National Building Museum, learning to use his first power tool. Note the date on the photo. Just a year before his birth.

I'm Adri and this is my virgin post. (Be gentle)