Our Neighbor

I am now listening to the 4 year old upstairs whine and cry for the millionth time today, not that that is unusual though. I decided that if my child ever decides to become a whiner like that, Mike can be the stay at home dad and I'll go to work until the whiny stage is over. Not really, but I never knew kids cried that much. Don't get me wrong though, this kid is a sweet kid. He loves people. In fact, when Mike and I opened the blinds for the first time since we moved in on Saturday, we found him (more than once) with his little face pressed up against our window staring into our apartment. He was very curious about what we did in this apartment all day. I'm sure watching Mike study and me sleep got boring after a while because he soon left. He also apparently feels very at home with us, because (also more than once) we caught him trying to jiggle our handle on the door to come right in and show us his new dog. I forget what it was like to be a four year old, with absolutely no inhibitions but it's fun to have this upstairs neighbor to remind us what life would be like if we were! One lesson learned: lock your doors, you never know who wants to come in!

First comes mike, then comes Ramen...

Ramen. It's funny how something so disgusting to you one day, can be the only thing you want the next. I have made mike eat Ramen with me for three days this week, with him opting out yesterday to eat a real meal. There's something about those delicious thin little noodles that slide down your throat so easily, and the bland chicken flavoring broth and that is so comforting... and I really would finish this post but it's making me want more Ramen and I give my body what it wants. Ciao!