From Philly to a farm: The adventures of two urban transplants learning to live in a 150-year-old farmhouse in Germansville, PA.
Things around here have been a bit slow lately. We've spent most of our free time dealing with the arrival of the kid: washing and folding clothes, assembling strollers, car seats, playpens, etc., and taking all the prerequisite classes so that you can say you're prepared for all this when, in reality, you're just winging it. T-minus nineteen days.
The one thing I did manage to complete recently was the mailbox replacement. I didn't feel like getting into a terrible loop where I replace the mailbox only to have it smashed to bits by a bunch of kids loaded on PBR pounders. This time I opted for something a bit more substantial. This is the Tuff Body version, which can supposedly withstand flying pumpkins, baseball bats, and small IEDs. I'm certain its Tuffness will be tested at some point in the future, so we'll see how it holds up.

The street name has been blurred to protect the innocent.