Boulder

I should be packing our house....but packing is terrible. I get one box done and then stop and stare at the many, many things left to go.

Here is an adorable picture of "Papa" Coley and Emory in Boulder.

Bathing Beauty

Grandmama Coley decided that a pool is a must-have to beat the heat wave. Emory loves it.

Tree Hugger

Warning: This may be a boring and contrite blog entry and has no pictures of cute toddlers.

I'm just confirming what I already knew to be true: I'm a highly emotional person. Also, I think that Colorado has rubbed off a little on me. I'm adament about recycling, I was starting to see the benefits of a compost, and I'm feeling like crying over the loss of my tree.

While we were out of town, the tree (which had some rot issues when we bought the house) lost a huge branch in a wind storm. The Tree People told me that it had rot and would only get worse. The potential house buyers said they would like it removed. So today I watch the tree be dismantled by a guy with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a chainsaw in his hands.

Here is a picture of Tree on its healthiest day.

Bye, bye, Sucker.
I don't see the rot! Where's the rot???
I thought about asking them to keep it like this as an weird art statement, but remembered that's not allowed in the contract.
And then there were none.

If you would like to take a virtual tour of our home while it is still ours, please go to the link below. There is lovely music that gets very exciting as you get to the basement.

https://www.goodkarmaphoto.com/tour/tour.php?tourid=00001393

Park Days

I'm so looking forward to getting to Austin and enjoying days at the pool, but I will miss summer days at the parks in Denver. Yesterday at Belleview Park it was maybe 80 degrees. Emory got to do her first train ride and petting zoo. She waved like she was Miss South Carolina at all the people as we passed by on the train. And she had no fear in the petting zoo. She had goats and sheep pushing past her, chickens wandering by, and of course her friend, Moo, pictured below. She kissed Moo over and over, and tried to feed him rocks. When he politely refused she decided to just put them in her own mouth. Yes, these are the same rocks on which the goats poop. She's got to have a great immune system from all the stuff she puts in her mouth.

Emory creatively named the cow, Moo. She is into names right now. She recently started calling me, Becca, and liked it enough to name her baby doll Becca, as well.

Running of the Bulls Denver Style

This weekend had some excitement. There was a running of the bulls event three blocks from home, with a little twist. The bulls are the Denver Roller Derby Girls. Brave men, women, and children dressed in white with red embellishments and ran a FULL 1K as they dodged roller girls armed with wiffle ball bats. The participants paid to run and the money went to the Tennyson Center for Children at Colorado Christian Home- which is a fabulous non-profit. http://www.childabuse.org/

We didn't run it, but Emory, Dad, Jen and I had a great time watching. And I did run...started training for the Savannah Marathon this week! I don't know what's wrong with me....

Growth spurt

My friend put it well, "Doesn't it seem like babies sometimes survive on air and milk?" Emory goes through stages where she won't eat anything but pizza and/or fruit. And then other times she'll eat the entire buffet at Furr's Cafeteria. Don't worry, we're not regulars. She is currently going through a hunger phase and I have to order her a meal if we're out. Here she is double fisting two breadsticks, dipping in marinara, eating a slice of pizza, and munching on my salad.