Splishin' & Splashin'

Bryn had SO much fun taking her bath tonight. She would splash like crazy and then look up at me and laugh, laugh, laugh. It was priceless.

Evidence of fun:

Culprit of fun:

In other news: I made my Honey a pie. And, surprisingly, it tasted really good. D-O-M-E-S-T-I-C...that's me.

Another day of bath-time fun

We've been loving the crisp, Fall weather.

Just 'cuz

Ma-widge

Last month my mom got married! It was a wonderful occasion. We added 5 new members to our family in one day: the bigger the better; our own football team; one BIG happy family. Congratulations, Mom & Mark!

Cold Feet? No Way.

Four years ago this morning I got a phone call from Justin asking what the temperature of my feet was? My reply, "My feet are feeling good, very warm."

Four years ago this morning I followed through with the best decision of my life.
I love him. A lot.

Bienvenidos

I know what you're thinking:

Wow, that's so neat that Jill lives in New York. I totally want to go visit her and take advantage of having a free place to stay in the city. I'll definitely plan a trip and go sometime this summer.

FALSE. You will not come this summer because the Maldens will once again be venturing abroad. So folks, there's no better time to plan your trips than the present. We already have the arrival of our first visitors marked on the calendar for the end of the month.

Can't wait to see you!

The ZOO

Wednesday is "donation day" at the Zoo. For poor people like us "donation day" translates to "free day." This past Wednesday was a beautiful Fall day, perfect for an outing to the Zoo. I was most interested to see the giraffes. Bryn's attention, however, was captured by the playful monkeys and frantically flying bats.

A Blessing

We had Bryn's baby blessing on a Friday, 21 August, at my mom's house. We were happy to have our families join us for the occasion. Justin gave Bryn a beautiful blessing. It caused me to ponder a number of different things, of which I'll share two: (1) I am thrilled to have Bryn in my life. She has an energetic and inquisitive spirit, and I feel so blessed to have been entrusted to love her and teach her. (2) Justin's amazing husband status is challenged only by his incredible father status. I'm so happy that Bryn has such a wonderful dad.

It was a lovely evening.

Bryn was blessed by: Papa, Daddy, and Grandpa Mark

Homelessnessless

After much stress, many prayers, and 2 1/2 weeks of living homeless in New York City, we have finally moved into our new apartment. It is the top floor of an old Victorian home full of character and charm. We can see the Bay from our windows and watch the sail boats during the day and the sunset across the water in the evening. It is lovely, much more picturesque than our "Bronx" address would lead you to envision. We are loving it. However, poor Bryn is not nearly as entertained by me as she was by the LaBelle children.

Our {now} dear friends, the LaBelles, graciously allowed us to stay with them during our apartment hunt escapade. One month ago we had never met these people; I had only been put in touch with them through a friend in Oxford. I don't know what we would have done without them. We are indebted a lifetime of free babysitting! They have 3 children whom Bryn loved to watch and interact with, especially Levi:

Now, let me briefly expand upon our "apartment hunt escapade": We saw countless hole-in-the-wall places, like seriously HOLE-IN-THE-WALL, with unbelievable price tags. I kept asking Justin, "Is it even ethical to be charging money to live there? The landlord should pay the tenant to live in that place!" One apartment shown to us by a real estate agent had cockroaches in the bathroom. We asked, "Are they going to fumigate the apartment before people move in?" The agent's response, "This is New York City, Honey...get used to it." What?! This is still America, isn't it? Not some third world country?

We finally found a place without cockroaches nor mug shots of men wanted for rape taped on the apartment complex doors, so we decided to take it. The landlord refused to rent to us because we have a baby. Wait a minute, discrimination? So we find another place. We sign the lease, are given the keys, and are just waiting for our things to arrive from CA before we move in. Meanwhile, we realize the deadbolt on the door to the apt. is broken. We call the landlord and ask for it to be fixed. Landlord calls real estate agent and tells her he wants us out. He refuses the lease because clearly we are going to be "too much trouble." Is it unreasonable to want to be able to lock the door to your apartment? Especially when you're living in the Bronx?So now we have less than 24 hours before the truck with all of our things arrives, and we have to have a place to put it. Not a moment too soon our current apartment enters our lives like manna from Heaven. Great place, great landlords, lease signed, keys received, moving truck arrives, missionaries unload truck in no time at all, and voila! Here we are.

Other significant events that have gone unblogged thus far: Justin's arrival from Oxford; Bryn's two front (bottom) teeth, Bryn's blessing, and my mom's wedding. Will I blog these events? Only time will tell.

I borrowed Mark's uber nice camera while in CA and had a little photo shoot with Bryn. Here are some pictures for your adoration: