saturday we did some shopping at target and costco- exciting saturday activities, huh? it is safe to say that without a beach we are lost. we also did some cleaning of the apartment- and can i just tell you how amazing the mr. clean eraser things are? well, actually i was using the target brand, but they are wonderful. we have some pretty scuffed up walls, since our landlord didn't take the time to repaint before we moved in, and those little eraser miracles took almost all of them off. i have to go buy more cuase they disinagrate in your hands after a lot of use, but they are miracle workers and will hopefully ensure the return of our hefty deposit.
sunday we hungout, velzy and i spent a large amount of time outside of our apartment walking up and down the stairs, her new favorite thing to do. So I talked to lauren while we went up and down, up and down. (and lauren has no internet- hence the never posting on her blog.)
ok, this is really funny. every morning at about this time i hear someone singing really loud "when the stars go blue" by ryan adams (really good song that will be, without a

well, i am trying to add a pic to this, but it's just not working, blogger sort of sucks sometimes when i try to add pics... but its a pic of velzy walking, and its cute. she is getting so brave, yesterday luke and she were by the couch and she just took off, all the sudden there was this little tug on my leg and she was in the kitchen, just walking all over the place. it is so weird, i can't get over it. she did eat it really bad at church yeaterday and had a big bump on her eye, she looks like a boxer.
guess i will try again later to add some pics. finally got it to work!
2 comments:
I love it that picture. It's so watching babies balancing themselves, with one arm outward, or upward in Velzy's case. Good luck moving!
p.s. does lauren have no phone either, becasue she never calls me back
hey that's what i was gonna say...i love that picture, i love her tan skin and diaper butt, and cute shirt. and i love costco. :)
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