Well-after months of no interaction with outsiders, due to lack of phone and internet, we are finally wired and ready to go. Steven has started his job and Steven Edward is growing quickly! Our house is slowly coming together and I am learning to be a mom at home without families above and below me. Life in the suburbs is quite different than life in the city-for the good and the bad. But mostly we are quite glad to be settled back in NC! Here are some photos of our family and the house to let you see what we've been up to!
Here we are with the Breedlove family at the beach in Alabama
This is what happened when we tried to take the below grandchildren picture without the mothers! After this all grandchildren pictures were taken with at least one parent :)
The cousins had am amazingly fun time together. It was so much fun to watch and imagine them growing together!
Here are some pictures of our house....do know that there is lots left to be done. For example, there are no pictures on the walls (some are still being framed at Michaels!), none of the rooms are completely finished in terms of furniture, and I hope we will put up some colorful shutters that will match the door color (green, blue or red?). With that preface, enjoy. We have loved it.
Front view from the road
Back porch
Inside of screened in porch
Summer Azaleas!
Breakfast nook in the kitchen
Nursery (where Steven Edward is now...his room is in progress)
Our room
Our bathroom and hall bathroom
Living room (dining room not shown....we have no table yet so it's just an empty space)
Our scandalous son and his father's photography skills.
The hard part about doing anything yourself is that you inevitably look at it daily and see all of the flaws. The things that no one else would ever notice but stand out like a glaring mistake to you....well being your family's hair cutter seems to be no different. All year in New York I cut my husband's hair and I found I had the tendency to keep cutting hours after we were done. I would see an annoying spot and sneak up with scissors. Luckily my husband is loving, forgiving, and a good balance for my personality....he would eventually say, "Courtney, Stop! You're not allowed to cut anymore, you're neurotic." Well I found this same tendency with my son. It 
started as a little trim....then I did a bit more....I think I ended up cutting four different times. But unlike his father, he lacks the ability to say "Stop being neurotic, mom!" So what started as a trim ends up being a buzz cut before you know it. Luckily my husband (being my balance) made me promise not to touch my son's hair anymore. I honestly should have stopped at the third....because it was at the fourth that I realized a sad truth. This whole time as my son has started walking I was happily telling everyone he had thinned out! I reported with excitement that it looked like he was slimming down. Unfortunately the sad truth was that his hair was just getting longer. Now he is back to his same old chubby self-which is evident by the new school boy haircut.
