Yep, this is our backyard!

Go ahead: Be jealous!

This is an extremely natural stance of Lowell's. Not posed at all...

Lowell had a couple spills at the end. Don't worry, they were due to a long, steep, treacherous, icy, should-be-black-diamond hill (*cough* not really *cough*).

Multicultural Jammies

Lowell and my pajama pants represent a variety of cultures. Allow me to give you a little tour of our pajama drawers...

PHILLIPINO
(Courtesy of Carlynne)

KENYAN
(also courtesy of Carlynne)

INDIAN

PERUSIAN
(well, actually homemade Canadian with a llama on them)

AMERICAN
(courtesy of John Tesh!)

And of course...

TRUE BLUE CANADIAN
(homemade of course:)

Settlers

Ever since people started raving about Settlers of Catan, I've avoided it at all costs. "um, no thank you; I'm not feeling well; I think I need a nap; oh unfortunately I was just on my way out." The game terrified me.

This weekend Lowell's cousins (Stephen, Tricia, and baby Jubilee) spent the weekend with us, and I got shanghai'd into playing it.

I loved it.

Now I want it for Christmas. With the expansion of course (hint hint Santa- I know you read this blog!!).

Pigeon Brigade

Recently there was a sign put up in our elevators. Here, why don't you just read it for yourselves:

Meant to be serious, but humorous nonetheless, non?

Shortly after the debut of that sign, the following sign was displayed in one of the elevators:

Others actually signed up before it was taken down. Whether or not they were real names I'll never know...

Shortly after that, there was a recipe for pigeon soup posted in the other elevator.

Apparently Lowell and I aren't the only little jokesters in the building (which is kind of surprising because I'm pretty sure that the average age of tenants here is 60). Lowell and my innocent fun consisted of moving the vase of flowers on our floor from side to side (on the table) every couple of days. Just to see if anyone even noticed (and maybe to play with their minds a little bit). Oooo we thought we were soooo clever.