Welcome to Stars Hollow

I'm so excited to have fall mums on my front stoop for the first time in my entire life, I might not even kill them.  They had about 17 different tags and stickers with the word "hardy" when I bought them, so they seem to have a decent chance at a full life despite belonging to the Grim Reaper of houseplants.  

Please enjoy my crappy photoshop camouflage of our street number.  You know, internet weirdos and whatnot.

Remy was a hot mess yesterday morning due to having a smidge of a cold and then falling down directly onto the top of his head.  I seriously don't even know how that kind of a fall was possible unless he leapt up into the air and dove headfirst into the asphalt, but the net result was that he went into Limp Screaming Noodle Mode for about an hour and not even the pretty, pretty park with the lake and the baby ducks held any appeal in his state of woe.  So I thought, oh hey we also live near a super cute library now! and proceeded to get him all excited about All The Books like an asshole only to pull up and realize that the library is closed on Thursdays.  Fail.
 

Why do we need to go visit All The Books?  Because we've read this Despereaux book 75 times in the past week.

After Remy re-enacted the final scene of Braveheart on the library steps and I just kind of stood there like yes, ok, I brought this on myself by not checking the damn library hours before talking about it like it was the chocolate-covered second coming of Jesus, we discovered one of the most awesome things about living in town as opposed to in the woods/land of spread-out strip malls.  If one thing is a bust?  You freaking walk to another thing.  It's amazing.  We checked out the train car at the Heritage Museum next to Town Hall ("woooow," said Remy) and then stopped for a snack break.  ALL WITHOUT GETTING INTO OR OUT OF A CAR.  Passers-by probably thought I had recently been released from prison.  I was THAT excited about a coffee shop being next to a library.

I'm also excited about the BIG smiles and coos we've been getting out of this one lately.

He's recently decided that sleeping at night is for losers, so I'm glad he's pulling out the charm to make up for it.

Those of you whose adolescence was narrated by The CW might remember the highly-caffeinated 8-season run that was Gilmore Girls, and how they lived in the fictional, adorable town of Stars Hollow which was just too twee and cozy and freshly-painted to even exist.  Except it does exist, and it's called Matthews, North Carolina.  There's a rose-trimmed white gazebo on the green outside Town Hall, for crying out loud.  They have a Facebook page that posts updates such as, "Mayor Taylor is betting a plate of our best barbecue on a Butler win at tonight's football game!"  I AM NOT KIDDING THAT IS A DIRECT QUOTE.

And you know what else?  If our kids aren't too much of a hot mess we are SO going to that game.