Building and another new baby (soon)

Been a busy few weeks here in the fitdad household.  We listed our house at the end of May, were under contract in 3 days and closed on the sale June 28th.

We officially became homeless that day and were graciously taken in by my in-laws until our new house is built in October.  We are building with Ryan Homes here in Pittsburgh so expect to be bombarded with posts along the way as we build.

I have been seriously negligent in posting regularly but life has been terribly hectic and given the opportunity to blog or be outside with Noah and the family I will always take the latter.  

We have been doing some of this:

Constantly this:

and, I have squeezed in a few of these:

Grampa has strong affection for ice cream so I think I am going to be doing much more running in the coming weeks...Who can say no to grampa and ice cream...I can't.

Then again if Christine gets around to having a baby in the next few weeks I am going to be doing more feeding, changing, and sleeping than running.

In that case if I continue with my ice cream habit I am going to be a fair bit more Fat Dad in the coming weeks.

Stay Hydrated and get outside!

Thanks for reading.

Happy Birthday Mom!

I keep hearing friends wishing each other a Happy Independence Day, I am not sure what day they are talking about.   All my life I have been convinced that they shot off fireworks on July 4th because it was my mothers birthday!

Happy Birthday Mom!!

The Mother of Boys.

"Handprint on cupboard and shoes in the hall.  

Toilet seat's up and there's mud on the wall.

Every sports channel to them will appeal, 

and the front room doubles as a football field.

The shelves in the kitchen are continuously bare.

There's toys on the couch and jeans on the chair.

Wrestling and mud and cars and noise;

I'm sure you can guess, I'm the MOTHER of BOYS!"

Patsy Gaut

My mom is always a sucker for a good quote or poem, or a treasured and timeless story.  She helped to instill us with compassion and caring and a joyous sense of humour.  She is a tireless worker and silent worrier.  She would sit up late at night waiting for us to get home under the guise of reading a good book kiss us goodnight and shuffle off to bed.  She is our nurse, or therapist, and our shoulder to lay our heads on when we were sad or too tired to hold it up ourselves anymore.  Much of what we boys became in life is because of her.  

Enjoy your fireworks today Mom!  

Love 

The oldest one.