All the RAGE

So this weekend was awesome. Aside from one teensy weensy detail: the fence. Specifically fence removal. The combo of socialism and evil neighbors led to two warnings left on our doorstep, 2 angry phone-calls and 2 confrontations with the housing association. Needless to say we lost battle and had to take down the dog's glorious outdoor haven. Only chain-link fences are allowed. Were we told this when we moved in? NO. Will they compensate us for the fence they let us keep up for 4 months and now can't return? NO. Will they admit they wrongfully commicated fencing law to us? NO. Army community house stinks. Unprofessional and ridiculous. The kicker is they wouldn't have even known if not for some other angry neighbor who went around and turned in 5 addresses that had "improper" fencing. RUDE!
 So that's all the rage. Here are some cute pics of Gabe helping daddy remove his pretty fence. It was cold that day so he built me a fire in our new chimminea. 

building cold little me a fire.



I may or may not have been sitting here warming myself as my hubby slaved away removing the fence. But hey, i'm a good cheerleader. And i did rake leaves out of his way. A kept Gabers from playing with dog dumps or touching the fire.


He's pounding his chest like a gorilla here.


ah, the pity. The last of the fence being rolled up to sit uselessly on the side of the house. dang socialist army butt heads!

In other exciting news, Michael had a 4-day. So on veteran's day we had dinner out with neighbors at Ruby Tuesdays. Service was not exceptional but the food was good, as was Gabers. Friday we relaxed, went to the park, took a jog/walk together and then nulkie worked on his paper a bit. Saturday we went to see a movie, thanks to our glorious new babysitter. She lives down the road and is awesome! We booked her for this Saturday, to go see harry potter, obviously.

 This week Gabe & i have been busy socializing. It's been fun! We do story time at the library on Tuesdays. Today was a mom's pray & play group and tomorrow is MOPS. Should be fun. What I've learned  with all this playgroup business, is that while Gabe is happy to share his toys with me, that is NOT the case with other children. He wants to take whatever toy they have out of their hand, which usually results in tears and weeping and gnashing of teeth. SO, we are starting to work on SHARING! Yay.