Sunday, September 27, 2009

The Mess Begins.

We have embarked on a rather large home renovation project. We are turning our current garage into 2 bedrooms, extending our master bedroom out the back to add a master bath and then building a garage on the other side of the house. So far, our yard is a mess, but the house remains in tact. We are excited for the finished product. As you can see, Cullen likes the trucks that have been moving in and out of the yard. Camp has been going to work with Dirk everyday and has somehow decided that Cullen's carseat is also a dog seat. Cullen was quite puzzled the other day when Camp jumped into the car and sat on his lap. Dirk and I couldn't stop laughing! Needless to say, we are all adjusting to life in a "construction zone".

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Grandpa Mark and Grandpa Mike Won't Like This!

Dirk taught Cullen a new phrase: "Boo". It's too bad he learned to say it for the wrong team!

Monday, September 14, 2009

It's not a mullet.

I took Cullen in to get his first haircut. He has beautiful curls in that I just couldn't stand to lose; yet the front was getting way too long. Tina did a great job of trimming up the front, while leaving those beautiful curls in the back. For the record, it's not a mullet (at least that's what I have been telling myself!).

Monday, September 7, 2009

As Summer comes to an end

Summer has begun winding down, it's amazing how the time flys by. Labor Day weekend was an epic one by any definition. Lisa and Cullen headed up to Minneapolis on Friday and stayed though Sunday. This departure led to what has been referred around our house as the "Weekend of Dirk." As this was the weekend of my 15 yr class reunion, Friday and Saturday night was spent catching up with old friends. Sandwiched in the middle of that was some golf and the Badgers season opener. It was quite the whirlwind.

Lisa and Cullen rejoined me on Sunday, where despite a quite large hangover, we spent the day on the boat. Cullen was pretty excited about the boat ride, but the highlight of his day was wearing his green galoshes. Lisa headed out with friends on Sunday night. I stayed in with the little guy and explained to him that when he turns 33, it is not in his best interest to act like he is 18. Sunday was another beautiful day. Lisa and I took an early morning kayak ride. With a crisp morning breeze, the sun rising, and a thick layer of fog lifting off of the river, it was a highlight of the weekend. Another afternoon on the boat, followed by brats and beers for dinner closed out an eventful weekend.