Saturday, March 23, 2013

To Fredericksburg, with love

Today we made our first trip to downtown Fredericksburg for a pre-holiday Easter egg hunt.


Let's not have the whole "what the heck is my right hand doing?!" conversation and say we did.

We had fun, found some Easter eggs, chatted with other parents, and made numerous trips down the slide. And then we decided to drive through the surrounding blocks to scope out our new town.

It. Rocks.

Holy cuteness, Batman, I'm in love. Not just one but TWO tea places, restaurants of all nationalities but with the quaintest of titles, an apothecary (Wait, they still have those?!), a clam store/restaurant called "The Happy Clam." (What a name! Who doesn't want to eat there?!) A non-chain coffee place. A gorgeous, old library where I plan on taking the boys for many a story time. No less than eight million antique stores. Commercial over.

And you know how it is... You're exploring new roads, gawking at interesting sights, "oohing" at a sweet antique/thrift place on the corner... And the next thing you know, you're going down a one-way street. The wrong way. (It now becomes a wrong-way street. Hehe.)

The scene unfolds: a pedestrian signals to us that she will help, she jumps into the road to wave down the cars coming toward us, so they slow to a stop and put on their flashers. (In spite of the chaos I notice a horse and carriage headed toward us. A horse and carriage!! Jerry Becker, if that is not included in a birthday or anniversary celebration, you will answer for it. I am giving you no more than five years to make that happen. Please?) We pull a to-the-book three-point turn and as we do I'm flapping my arms to express my gratitude to the kind drivers, shouting, "THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!" And somehow, embarrassingly, find myself blowing kisses as well. <Pause> Blowing kisses?! All of a sudden it's like I think I won Miss America up in here. Any minute now, I'm going to inhale and begin the whole "I'd like to thank my mom" speech. Aim high, I always say....

And as a final gesture, Jerry rolls down his window to thank the kind pedestrian who helped- whose friend yelled, "Hey! Don't feel bad! I do it, too!"

I'm thanking Betsy that we still have our Hawaii plates on the car. *newcomers!!!*

As we drove away, we just kept talking about how great that was- obviously ignoring how we placed our family in harm's way and could have DIED! (I mean...If you want to be all dramatic about it.) We weren't honked at. We weren't flipped off! We didn't even get evil eyes from the people watching.

Whaaaaaat?!

My word, what cool people. What a great place. I think we're gonna love it here. :)

Xoxo,
Lauren

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Time to plant roots

Or at least hang pictures. Kinda feels like the same thing! It's about tiiiiiiiiiime.

So, we started at the center of our attention- naturally!




Why shouldn't your television be a work of art? I say, let's try to make the gigantic hunk of black plastic look good! (Emphasis on TRY.) Let's also use what you've already got, AND let's use it to tell a story. I wanted to create a wall that a stranger could use to tell something about us, after visiting and scoping out the collage. After all, we plan to be doing mucho handshaking these days!
So, what does the wall say?




We like plants? I dunno. Starting out slow. Weak sauce. But I love staghorn ferns and have been waiting literally YEARS to have one. Ah, the dimension it brings.




Family is important, and we have two boys that we get to discipline. I mean snuggle and love profusely. We used to be in the Navy (see those dress whites? )but aren't any more (that's where the crazy picture of Jerry holding his separation orders comes in) and had a special family over there- a la a saved hand-drawn birthday card from a few years ago. There is also a second Cali plate hanging in this section but it is a placeholder. One CA license plate will stay but the other one will be replaced by a Hawaii one as soon as it's off the car.




We...ah... Have a sense of humor. No, I do not have facial hair. I know, it's sad and i'd grow one if I could. Lady staches are seeexy!
Seriously, I included that picture simply to give the wall personality. We like to laugh, so laugh with us! Then we touch on Jerry's involvement with politics (his bachelor's degree is poly sci and we both like to stay connected to American politics.) And trust me, if/when Jerr ever runs for congress, he will find a much more accurate campaign slogan. For now, it makes us giggle. Take that, stuffy old men in blazers who can't balance a budget to safe there lives! ;)




Add to the rest a picture of a baby with luscious lips, more family pics, proof we lived in Cali, a hint that our last name starts with "B" because we are thoughtful folk who know the awkwardness of trying to remember names, and a feed sack from the grain mill right down the road from my childhood home.




It's not the end, but it feels like a mighty fine beginning. You might say it's Becker style. ;)
Xoxo,
Lauren