Those are my cutey patooties splashing around on our roof after a rain.
This is right outside our house. A freeway.
This is right in front of our house. A busy road.
This is right beside our house. Men working all the time.
More men. More cars. Lots more noise.
There's the freeway? Hear it? Horns honking, breaks squealing (DO YOU KNOW HOW THEY DRIVE OVER HERE????), engines revving, people talking.
That's our sidewalk. Hear the traffic? Will I get used to all the noise?
I came directly from this:
That's my front yard. Yep, nothing as far as the eye can see. Did I say it is...I meant, it was.
How'd this extra cute picture of my little pumpkins get in there? But you see the nothingness, right?
Yep, front yard again. Me, pregnant. Jeff, handsome. Yard, quiet. No traffic. Just frogs and crickets and cicadas. Some wind. Okay, it's Oklahoma, lots of wind.
Look, there you could play basketball on the grass. In your diaper. See?
More of my yard. Will I get over not having the absolute quiet (and dark) of my old home? I sure do miss it right now.
This city never sleeps.