Representing the 822

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So much has happened since I last talked to you Internets. My hamster, "Basket Face", got eaten by the neighbor's dog, I fell down on my head, and Old Man Jenkins gave me a gently used pair of briefs. What a December its been.

In all seriousness there has been lots of action here at the Sprayberry household. Foremost among those thing in need of reporting is that Cayden met Santa for the first time. It was at a Muhlenberg work party where all the kids of all the staff and faculty of the college got to sit on Santa's lap. I happen to be standing directly at the foot of the stairs leading up to Him when they made the announcement that it was time to bring all the kids up starting with 2 and under. So I jumped into line and Nubby was the second kid on his lap. Which startled the hell out my son.



As many of you know Jordanna has been knitting since our move to Tucson and it has become something of a religion with her. She always takes my advice when it comes to her creations and last night she made me very very proud. Those of you who have played the video game Silent Hill might recognize this creature...




And as our final bit of exciting news...we bought a house! Well, technically the bank will buy it next Monday and give us the keys to it to taunt us. But you get the idea. At any rate, its a great little brick guy from 1951. We bought it from the original owner who purchased it for a whopping $12,000 when it was out in the boonies of Allentown.

My favorite two things about it are that there's already a finished basement that will be our theater/bar and under all the wall-to-wall carpeting are the original oak hardwoods.

It's a 4 bedroom 2 bath with a very dated kitchen that we will tear out and redo this summer. 822 is its number and we think it's awesome.

Mmmmm, post-war brick.

Note the sweet grass carpeting.

The place where our dog will poo.

Our sexy new retractable awning.

The view from our front porch. That's Cayden's school in the distance. :)

For those of you so inclined, there are pictures of the interior here.

Already Onto Daddy's Tricks.

The other day Tyson was getting Cayden out of his chair for his coveted evening Kermit-time:
C: "Waaah kermi? Waaaah kermi?"
Ty: "Say, Daddy's the best! Then we'll go watch Kermit"
C: grins
Ty: "Cayden. say Daddy's the best!"
C: grins and laughs
Ty: "Cayden, say DaDa's the best!"
C: laughing "No"

Who could love such a fickle fickle baby?

Periodically we get a glimpse into the misery that is the lives of people whose children don't sleep. We were awakened at 4 am by Cayden crying for, "Mama, mama, mama, MAMA". I went in after twenty minutes because about once every other month he needs a pat in the middle of the night. One the two or three occasions this has happened, I have snuggled him, then put him into the crib, rubbed his back and left. Sometimes he cries for another ten minutes, but he always goes back down. Last night however, I go pick him up and he says, "Sack off? Down? Down?" (he wears a wool sleep sack at night). He was way too squirmy to snuggle, so I put him back into the crib. The second he realized what I was doing he screamed, "No! Dada! DAAAA DAAAAA!". In a way my mission was a success because for the next hour he yelled for Tyson instead of me, which means I got to put my headphones in and ignore him.