Kids don't know how good they have it

I ran 5 miles this morning, taper is boring, JFK is scary, luckily I have some other stuff to talk about!

I'm really confused about why adulthood implies moving out of your parents house. Based on my experience this weekend, having your parents live with you makes your life significantly better. They've been staying with us, which is great, but their house is much nicer, so I'm unclear why I moved out and got a job and all that.

Report cards are due this week, so I worked on them after work Monday night while they cooked me a delicious dinner of baked ziti with homemade sauce. That was the least amount report cards have ever sucked. They only took brief breaks to take pictures of how beautiful I looked while working.

This is my last time ever doing report cards,
I'm sending this straight to Vogue and beginning a
modeling career.

Sunday night, we realized we were really failing at documenting our visit with pictures, but I reminded my mom that we were going to see the baby Tuesday and we'd be sure to get plenty then. She responded "What? We're not seeing the baby". After some discussion, I realized in her mind "the baby" was Harrison, and she had forgotten that other babies actually do exist. Understandable. 

But there is another baby that we needed to see - Kara's new baby, Cordelia!

A little happy blogging running family

My new love of holding babies continues. 

This picture did make me want to steal her.

Usually the socially acceptable thing to do is to bring a gift for the new baby, but this chick is only one week old, she's not going to know whether or not she receives gifts. Obviously, we were looking for approval from the child who is old enough to know what's up.

A stuffed dog you can color on! Or....a pony you can ride!

Blurry, but you get the idea.

Eric tried to get a fist bump, but he got a side-eye. Maybe he should have handed her the gift?

You're welcome for cutting your head off, Kara's secret husband.

Vince was equally excited to see Peanut. The feeling was mutual.

She's too fast to capture on camera!

Unfortunately, long lines at the polls meant we didn't get to Kara's until much later than planned, and then we had to rush out. It's that time again....

BROOMBALL!

Broomball is basically hockey, except you wear sneakers, use a plastic "broom", hit a ball, and fall a lot. It's hard to explain though, so here's a video my  mom took of my sweet skills.

My parents are leaving tomorrow, which sucks because I won't get to hang out with them anymore and it means I have to go back to doing things for myself. Being an adult is the worst. 

Would you still live with your parents if it was socially acceptable?

Does this video make you want to join a broomball team asap?