No, no, not me, my husband. We had our annual meeting for our neighborhood this evening. December will mark the fifth year we’ve lived in this neighborhood and throughout that entire time we have had more and more houses being built. It’s been fun, it’s been exciting, it’s been super nice to have neighbors. Tonight was the night the developer handed over control of the Homeowners Association to the residents.
We elected five members to join the board and my husband—foolishly or not—choose to run. I say foolishly because it was joining the board of my children’s school over three years ago that started my “not working for income” job that many weeks can take up to twenty-hours of my time.
But that being said, I’m quite excited for him. He’ll do a great job. He’s got a good personality to be working with homeowners to ensure the neighborhood is managed well. He is reasonable and isn’t easily swayed by people who have their own agendas.
In short, congratulations.
The Big Boy Update: Our sitter, Kica, told us about this one tonight. She said he clearly knows how to take advantage of his sister’s visual disability. They were making potato heads before bed and had decided to save them to show us at breakfast. My daughter loudly complained that she didn’t want to save hers but wanted to put it up instead. While she and Kica put the remainder of the pieces away, my son sneakily and quietly stole her potato head and put it on the coffee table with the others.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: On the way home from school today we were talking about making banana bread when we got in. My daughter said, and I quote verbatim because I know he reads this blog, “Do you know what? I think Uncle Bob makes the best bread in the whole world.”
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