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superbowl parties, showers, birthday parties, and some arm-wrestling here and there. I found out I was getting laid off sitting on my bed in the bedroom looking at the big wooden beams overhead. I found out about my Grandpa dying at the dining room table here, knees shaking and sitting on Jon's lap. We've weathered four hospital visits (me three, baby Jackson
one). All of their firsts have happened here -
Jackson's first birthday, first steps, first words (Dada, but of course), Cade's first crawls, bath, and first foods. We've read countless books, took countless baths, and spent a LOT of hours at the train table in the circular corner of the living room. We've eaten many good meals here with
friends, and we've had some rocking
karaoke parties. We have made friends in the neighborhood, and will miss our "tiny tiny playground" where Jackson would drop maple seeds into the drain for hours. We will miss
One Girl, Blue Marble, Victory, Trader Joe's, Blue Sky, and Bark. Jackson rides around and around in circles on his train here, and Cade is not far behind him, crawling on his knees. We've sat and sang at the kitchen island. Both boys have loved to look out the window to see the action on Third Ave and Dean Street. We will miss so much here.
We've got one more week here. Then our new adventure begins.