We're Alive

I know, I know.  I know I've been a bad blogger when I get an email from Mom telling me I'm slow on the pictures.  So many things have been going on the past several weeks.  I wish I had time to sit here and give my shout outs to the people we've spent time, but I'm super swamped with work this week and only have time for a quickie.

Because I am sure most of you are curious, Matt and I did end up putting an offer in on the Asher Street house.  They countered too high, and we decided to walk away and let it sit for a while.  They need time to come to their senses that they are asking way too much money for the work that needs to be done.  I feel like I can't walk down the street anymore, though, since our stroller is not the most inconspicuous.  We haven't given up hope; we are just going to be patient.  If it is meant to be, it will be.

Here are just a few photos of Arrott.  When I'm in the kitchen, I plop Arrott down in his toy.  Instead of playing with all of the dodads on the toy, he prefers to pull down all of the cookbooks.  I used to try and make sure they were out of reach, but he just gets so much enjoyment out of pulling them off.  I know I am setting myself up for udder chaos.  The last pictures are from this past Sunday.  We met our friends, Raygan and Jason, at Mountain Run Lake for a picnic.  This place is beautiful and only a few minutes away.  I think I've found my new favorite spot.