Happy Belated Birthday Baby

How could I forget... Not sure but I did. He is Nine. Nine years old! You are the very best baby a girl could ask for. Thank you for laying on my cold feet just right so they get toasty warm. Thank you for hopping in bed and snuggling with with me every morning once David is up. Thank you for your excited happy greetings where your tail spins round and round when I walk thru the door, with the same enthusiasm whether I have been gone for 5 hours or 5 minutes. Thank you for your sad eyes when I know you are bored or think you did something wrong. Thank you for the way you lay your head on my leg and cry when you want to go play. I love you.

Ch Ch Ch Changes....

So, we are not in the position today to move back to Portland (whah!!). But we are slowing losing our minds in the burbs. We live in a very nice burb that is close to the ocean, has lots of outdoors space, a few good restuarants. But not enough energy. Not enough stuff to motivate you to get out the door on a cold winters night. And trust me right now we need the motivation. We have been exploring the idea of moving into Boston for the next year. Maybe less. Maybe more. It is a decision that has not been easy to come by. Not sure we have even decided. But there are some reasons it makes sense. One big reason I mentioned above. We are both really feeling stagnant in the burbs. We need some sparks. We need to shake things up. So, while not our first choice at a mininmum there is a bit more buzz. Also, for those of you following along we are trying add to the family by becoming a part of the current baby boom. Apparently we need a little spark in that department too. So, supplying that spark is one Dr. G at the BWH in Boston. Given the numerous appts to be poked, proded and implanted it would make my life easier to be close by. So, while we recognize it is not exactly what we want it might be just what we need right now. So, off to search for a new place to call home.