Sugar Harvest

{trick or treating at DaDa's office ala instagram}

Today has reminded me of yet another perk in this whole parenting thing. 

Free Candy. 

As of 8:46 this evening, I have already consumed 

2 Snickers

3 Twix

1 Butterfinger

2 M&Ms*

2 Skittles*

59 Starbursts

1 weird chewy mint fruit thing

and 

a bag of Cheetos. 

That equals a grand total of: 

Happy Halloween! 

*Two, as in, bags. Not just two, as in, pieces. Don't judge me. 

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Counting Down

{a few grainy listing photos}

We've officially signed our lives away, (and thankfully, at a price where we don't have to sell The Bean to the mortgage company), into the welcoming floorboards of a 92 year old bungalow. 

It's chock full of character, glass doorknobs, and built-ins, 

as well as modern-nenity, stainless steel appliances and air conditioning. 

These are a few of my favorite thiiiiiiings.

As in, it is totally remodeled. 

There were moments in our house hunting saga that we almost jumped into the land of major renovations, (a.k.a the land of spending the next three years worth of weekends at Home Depot).

Our  credentials aren't too "terrible." Daniel worked construction during his adolescent summers,

 and I...

have read plenty of "Young House Love" posts 

AND watched six seasons of "Flipping Out," thank you very much.  

According to my calculations,

our combined talents would definitely equal one solid handyman jack-of-all-trades trial-by-error kind of human. 

yes. definitely. 

probably.

dear Lord, hopefully.

The delusions of unfinished basement after unfinished basement grandeur were evolving into reality.

Until this house popped up. 

Then we were all like, "haha, remember when we wanted to knock stuff down and rebuild it?! And that one time, we were going to tear, like, physically tear things up, with our hands?! And work, haha, oh man, we were going to work, on the WEEKENDS?!"

"I even wrote it down in my diary...laughed at it later that night!" 

seriously. 

Thank you Jesus for this homey home! 

{We'll be getting the keys in a few weeks, just in time for Thanksgiving and Baby Bean's 1st birthday and Christmas!} 

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Booked

{via}

BON

NYC

FEB

2013

OMG

I get to spend it with my lovely hostess J.J, (my "Unni"), in the city, during fashion week...

Eighteen words in a sentence have never sounded so good! 

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Isn't It

A few ironic things have happened in life as of late. Alanis Morissette lyrics, to the nth degree. 

Forget "rain on your wedding day" and "10000 spoons when all you need is a knife." 

no no no. we need some real life talk.

It's more like, "the one time your baby ever poops in the tub and the drain is (already) clogged." 

Poop water. It's ironic. Believe me. 

Especially when you made the last minute decision to join him, in said bathtub. 

In other, less {STFU, Parents} related news, I have decided to embrace an inner-nerd/outer-93-year-old-blind-man self and don my beloved spectacles more often. 

This is coming from the same girl who used to hide her 1997 silver framed Harry Potter style glasses in her backpack at school and got really good at squintily deciphering the blurry hieroglyphics that the fourth grade teacher drew on the chalkboard. 

i.r.o.n.i.c

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

The Whim Wham House

We've spent the past five months opening random people's kitchen cupboards and peeking into their closet spaces. Thankfully, no skeletons were found.

 And the one house that would've had skeletons. and marijuana plants. didn't let us inside. 

But, I digress.

 From sprawling mid-century modern ranch to towering row house, I'd venture to say that everything to be seen for sale has been seen, (turf green carpet). And smelled, (meow*). 

In the end, it was a mixture of equal parts new paint smell and old-school bungalow charm that won us over. 

With refinished hardwood floors as far as the eye can see.

1920 meets 2012.

meeeeeeooooooow**

P.S. {Michaela} I'm gonna need your help! 

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

*"meow" bad

**"meow" good