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It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, part 3.
May 28th, 2008
The long awaited conclusion to these posts! The best part of our neighborhood.
So for the first few months we lived here, we did not talk to any of our neighbors because we were working so hard. As we started emerging from our house, we met lots of young families, in fact there are 15+ children under the age of six on our block. When we finally started talking we realized that our next door neighbors, in particular, are entirely awesome people. The only bad thing that I have to say about them is that they make our lawn look bad, because their’s is so perfect. I got pregnant with The Son about 9 months after we moved in. The Neighbor was already about a month pregnant. Our sons were born 29 days apart.
So the boys are buddies, they have very different personalities but play quite well together. I know that one, or both of us, will move in the next few years, but I think that the reason I KNEW that this was the right “first” house for us was because God knew of how well our family would do in this neighborhood. I hope that the boys will always be friends, (The Neighbor’s son will hence forth be known as H ((unless his parents object of course)). H is incredibly bright, super sweet, and I think his athletic prowess (seriously, the kid can golf) is good for The Son to be around (because you know he will not get it from us!) ((unless Surfing the Web counts as a sport? Maybe a The Office Marathon?)). I could not have picked a better child for The Son to have as a pal.
Oh, and The Neighbor? Do you have those pictures of them in the bathtub that time? I can’t find them! We can’t lose those, We need them for their senior yearbook.
Awww, aren’t they just the cutest! Anyway, I do have other neighbors as well, and none of them are really very objectionable. There is the one that spies on us through her front door. We call her Mrs. Kravitz. She is nosy, but I know that she is looking out for us. There is a family that has thirty year old children, and THEIR children all living in the same house. They have a monstrous lizard in the living room and black light posters you can see from the street. Decorating and child rearing taste aside, they returned The Dog to us when she ran away, and fixed The Son’s rocking horse for him. Then there is the family who we call The Sweatpant family. They wear nothing but gray drawstring sweat pants, all of them! All the time! In the summer they cut them off and wear sweat shorts. I have lots of funny stories about them, but I promised The Husband I would not publish them because he is afraid they might find the site. Apparently alienating the neighborhood we so love is a bad thing. He is right, because there is no other place I would rather be, there really is no place like home.
Filed under Friends-All three of them, Photography, The Son |5 Responses to “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, part 3.”
Hi! Love the blog! Beautiful design. Thanks for sharing. I will be back!
Ok, so how’s that for a guilt trip not to move away!?! Just kidding…We, too, think we have the best neighbors and are so happy to have you guys next door and to have The Son as a playmate for our little H. They are so fun to watch together, each with their own personalities. What a difference a year makes, huh? The pics in the pool from last year seem so long ago
Oh, and thanks for the nice comment on our lawn. You could have very easily talked about how my other half, the GrassNazi, has panic attacks when anyone gets too close to the grass!
Love love love the pic of the boys with the lightsabers. Future jedis, those young ones are.
I do hope they can stay in touch. My greatest regret is that I have NO lifelong friends. This is due to the fact that I lived in so many places. But, though we go to our high school reunions (graduated in the same class), we really have no friends that we stay in contact with from our childhood.
Last week a friend from church was telling me about getting together with a bunch of buddies from her school days and I felt that regret as we don’t have those old friendships. Many close friends, but none that go back to childhood.
These are great pictures. Glad to see the husband’s light sabers from last Christmas’s stocking are getting use.
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