This weekend we have been home.

No guests, no plans.

We get bored... rather quickly, in fact. Although we've been home all weekend, we've remained busy with the neighborhood lifestyle. Life on a commune has come up often. Ideally, it's our dream, but reality tells us otherwise. Getting everyone we love to live in the same area, provide for their families, and "work the land" is quite a challenge. We can still hold hope, but grant me a moment to mention how grateful we are for our current situation.

Our back yard backs up to Tasha (as previously mentioned) and Jay, 2 1/2 year-old Natalie and baby bun in the oven. We have a gate where the kids come in and out of. These neighbors rock the house. Not literally, of course (although I have heard that Jay has quite the surround sound set up in his man-room, I'm sure it could do it's fair share of rocking).

We spend a lot of time together. Originally because it's convenient, and oh, they're cool. But now that our kids are like siblings and our friendship continues to grow, it's a constant flow of bodies in one house and out the other.

Then we get new neighbors. They're cool too! Sweet. They also have a 2 year-old and a baking bun in tow. We've been enjoying the weekend with them and the flow throughout the households has now grown in quantity. As the sun gets warmer and grants us longer stays in the day, I would imagine that the visits will be even more frequent, creating our own little commune. Despite the fact we're not on acres of land (albiet Jay has managed to produce quite a spread for a garden), a knock on the door and a request for an egg is as close as it can get a this point. And we'll take it.

Loving this shot of Jay's hand holding Baby's neck still as he proceeds to give him a "Marine Cut".

Did I mention our neighbors are cool? He cut my kid's hair, for goodness sake.