Monday, September 26, 2011

If weekends were 4 days

The end of another weekend. They never last long enough. Sometimes I wonder...if weekends were 4 days would everyone still say they are too short?
This weekend had big plans...big, baseball tournament plans...until Friday, when it rained all day, then our tournament was cancelled. I did get my AMAZING camera on Friday though, so that was kind of my highlight...well, until I saw Madeline on the park swing for the first time today. I'm going to attach some unedited photos to this post, just so you can witness the Canon awesomeness.woot!
We had a visitor on Saturday..I love visitors. My Father-in-law, Pop Tony, came over for a mini cookout. We both like to pretend we are professional photographers, so being in the same
room with both of us could be hazardous to your eye sight with all the flashing. Always a fun time though.

New neighbors have been moving in for the past couple weeks and I think today the task has been completed. No exaggeration, this is the slowest move in process I have ever witnessed. This is the only rental community I have ever lived in, but I have witnessed quite a few while being here and I have to say, I've never seen anything like it. I think my husband has a mini neighbor crush on them already. The guy said he has a Westie (instant connection) and a baby girl (sold), so Anthony is quite excited. We haven't met the wife, baby or westie yet...but hopefully they are as great as he hopes they are.

Today was Madeline's first time at the park. It is a very small park in the middle of our neighborhood and to my surprise they have an infant swing. She absolutely loved the swing, which you will see in the photos, and loved to look around at the other kids.
There was a little girl at the park that I felt sorry for though. She was there with her very unenthusiastic Grandmother. I was shocked at how not nice she was toto her grandchild, perhaps because I was blessed, but this just made me sad. I could tell that her mind was on other things and that she looked like her road of life hadn't been easy, but you would think this beautiful little girl would have lit up her life. That didn't seem to be the case. She made it known she did not want to be there, at the park with the little girl. She was dressed like it was a cool Autumn day and it felt like summer out, so I couldn't help but think she was irritable from being hot? (I try to think the best of people). A simple request to be given a push on the swing was shot down, so I volunteered, only to be given 'a look' and told she was fine. She was very cold every time the adorable little girl asked a question or made a comment, so I tried to engage her in a conversation. I have a very hard time minding my business, you see, my husband gives me grief over that often. Needless to say, the Grandmother (if you want to call her that) got annoyed with my happiness toward Madeline and willingness to share our bubbles with the little girl that she told her she was tired (from sitting on the bench and only for 10 minutes?) and they had to go back home. Mean.just mean. I wish I could change some people. She would be one of those people. But, I had some hope so it wouldn't ruin my day...maybe her parents are wonderful to her? Although, I couldn't help but think, this woman raised one of her parents, so chances are..... Ugh, I'll just live in my own happy thoughts. The same way when I watched a movie with Anthony last night and the woman died in the end I said, "I'll just add my own ending, say she lived, and that it was a great movie". He got a kick out of it and knew that's exactly what I did too....you couldn't tell me the ending was any different from what I thought it should be.
Anyway, I've rambled long enough. This is what we spent a fortune on....
(remember they are completely unedited...edited I'm pretty sure they would blown your mind)













I could have posted 100 photos. You cannot tell me these (most) are not professional quality without even being edited!! Happy with our purchase, for sure!

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