Fall has arrived...

and with it, the sound of the fog horn. We live at least a mile from the riverbank, but yet today, as I sit at the kitchen table peering out of our new back door into the fog, I hear the fog horn blow 4 times. Eerie. The fog is so thick I can barely see the building behind our property. And, it's COLD! But somehow Charlie-Bill can stand it and he thrives on sitting in his bed on the front porch keeping watch of the street through the fog.


In other news, we finished the nursery this past weekend. Well, really I should say that Andrea and my mom finished the nursery. It would have NEVER gotten done withou them. I am so THANKFUL. Now we wait. Wait for the arrival of the furniture and then the arrival of the little one. YAY! I am getting more excited each day.

Ben and I are trying hard to get pictures taken so we can upload them for y'all to see.
We have a lot to show. The nursery and the new patio.

More later...