Offer

We received an offer on our house yeterday - for less than our asking
price. We sent a counteroffer to split the difference between their
offer and our asking price. Today, they accepted the counteroffer,
contingent upon inspection. So good news, and we'll hold our breath
until after the inspection.

Grace is completely oblivious to all the drama.

Grace and Holden Portraits

Grace and Holden had portraits today. Katie and Aimee took them this morning. Click here to see a sampling of photos. We have ordered prints of the best portraits. Not all of these posted photos are the best - some are just funny. We'll be mailing these when we get the photos back.

It's Grandpa's Fault

Some evenings, Grandma Katie comes home from work and takes Grace to
the YMCA. Grace is positively apopletic about going to the YMCA. She
can hardly control herself, she is shaking with so much glee. Today,
they went swimming. Grace put her head under water and came up
choking on water. "Why did you breathe in the water?" Grace was
asked. Thinking quickly, displaying the well-honed instincts of an
experienced politician, she replied, "It was Grandpa's fault."

Over dinner, we tried to get her to elaborate on that statement, since
Grandpa wasn't in the swimming pool with her. She maintained her
story, elaborating further that "Grandpa is silly." And pointing out
that Daddy, too, was silly. She'll be a great witness before Congress
someday.

Dotcom Paradigm Shift

"I want to go to Dotcom," Grace told Aimee today, as they drove around
looking for an open restaurant on a Monday. "Dotcom. Dotcom." she
said. Dotcom? "Do you mean McDonalds?" said Aimee. "Yes!" said
Grace. As you can tell, we don't take her to McDonald's for food
often - less than a handful of times. This day has every appearance
of being a paradigm shift for us.

The Curious Incident of the Cats in the Morning

Our cats, Mango and Chutney, have gone to live with Nelson's brother
and sister-in-law (Jaime and Michelle) in their condo in Bellevue.
The cats are doing well as they adjust to their new home. Those of
you who know Jaime know that nothing short of igniting dynamite under
his covers can get him out of bed consistently in the morning. We
have exhausted every possibility of getting him out of bed, with, as
it turns out, one exception: hungry cats. They do what a human can't
do: they relentlessly pester Jaime each morning, meow at him, and walk
all over him until he gets up to feed them.