Georgia On My Mind

Fulton County.  North Fulton County.  As in, I am being popped right out of my Bay Hill bubble.  No more living life in a 3 miles radius.  Where we take golf carts to play dates and cocktail hours.  Pete has been asked to add the State of Georgia to his repertoire of duties and thus begins a new adventure.  We have spent the last 4 weeks on a journey through North Fulton & East Cobb County searching for our perfect home.  We've found three.  Out of over 200 viewed online and over 60 seen in person.  They all sold within one week of us seeing them.  Lesson learned = when you find one you like, you buy it.  So now we wait.  With only 19 weeks before Baby Doyle Part Deux makes their debut, we will monitor new listings and watch for the one that screams "Buy Me!"  I was hoping to be there by June 1 with plenty of time to settle before a newborn rocks our world.  But as April is already creeping by, I am letting go of any preconceived notions of a perfectly scheduled move.  I'm trying to be breezy...and by breezy I mean frantically checking listing updates and scouring Zillow and Realtor.com until my eyes are bloodshot and my thumbs start shaking from too much iPhone use.  We are continuing life as usual here in Orlando for now.  While I know our upheaval is just around the corner, somehow it seems light years away when chasing a 16 month old around.  It seems I can only get my mind to make it to the next meal preparation rather than on logistics of birthing a baby in an unknown land.  And until our new home reveals itself to us, we shall blissfully revel in our bubble.  

Friday called for a visit to Green Meadows Farm.  That place is awesome.  We chased chickens and ducks.  Held baby chicks and ducklings.  Chased goats and fed sheep.  Went on a hay ride AND a train ride.  Saw countless other livestock.  And we left early!  Pete is playing in the Club Championship today (no pressure on your last tournament while a resident member!) so he missed out, but we will be back again and again.   

Luckily he didn't learn goats have a very active digestive system

We threw a Sea World trip in the mix this week.  Grandma came along.  Pets Ahoy puts the Shamu show to shame.  Even with nap time creeping dangerously close, we still managed to maintain a happy boy.

Mesmerized by the talented animal tricks...or the lights changing...whatever works.

We had a finger painting play date at our house this week with the cutest twins this side of Orange County.  Luke and Kate.

Kate might have taste tested the blue finger paint.  Luke was more interested in climbing our
golf cart than channeling his inner Van Gogh.  I get it.  You're two.  You're a boy.  Climb away.

Kate was the superstar painter.  You can see some of her best work creating her own fashion design.

Palmer stayed captivated long enough for me to get a "first painting" to frame.  No not finger paint, because my OCD child went ballistic every time the paint touched his hands.  Who leaves a finger painting play date clean?!  I think this is my fault.  But ultimately my mother's fault.  She is the root of the OCD gene.  Sorry Palmer.
And sorry Palmer's future wife.

We got some new kicks!  It was time to bid farewell to our soft bottomed soles and venture into the ugly world of stride rites.  The stride rite designers leave much to be desired.  We found a couple pairs we didn't hate.  And we are anxiously awaiting our ability to enter Level 3 shoes where the Sperry's become available.  Walk on, little buddy, walk on.

Somehow at 16 months he still has rubber band wrists.   

Looking so so charming even sporting a bandaged hand from his second degree burn.  That debacle deserves its own post.  Which I will not grant it.  Let's just say Grandma is forever scarred and Palmer has a new respect for her Keurig.

The boys having a post nap cuddle during March Madness