Life is good

I'm sitting here this beautiful Sunday afternoon listening to the sound of 7 (yes count them 7 of the 12 or so on the block) boys playing cops and robbers on their bikes and scooters. I tell you, if nothing else, the fact that our son is out there playing with other kids, made this move worth it! They are out there having a great time! Austin comes in every once in a while to grab a drink. I don't think I've ever seen him drink this much water. Thank goodness he hasn't hit puberty yet though, or he would STINK!

Retheth

Melissa's favorite thing to do in school is recess. Growing up they are. In school full time, learning how to read and do math problems. And then there are the other milestones.

My baby has gone and lost both her front teeth! Well, okay, she didn't lose it! She had Greg pull it out! For a week now she has sworn that it was loose enough for him to pull out. (And pulling is better than waiting because then the tooth fairy gets here sooner) He kept talking her out of it for days, but then Monday night she was sure! He tugged and pulled and wiggled while I cringed on the couch trying not to look cause it was grossing me out. But it wouldn't budge. Poor thing, picture her cute little blond self with blood dripping down her chin, her mouth hurt and nothing to show for it! But last night was the night, she kept wiggling it and wiggling it and as soon as Greg walked in the door she had him pull it right out.

So now, if you ask her, Melissa's favorite thing to do in school is retheth.

Living out of boxes

Trying something new. Taking a page out of my friend Shawns book and I'm going to try the blog thing. I figured it couldn't hurt trying to keep myself organized. I find myself not being able to remember time frame of happenings in our lives with all this moving. So, we'll give this a shot. Post some pictures and share what the kids are up to.

Anyhoo...
I can't seem to get unpacked. I don't really know what my problem is, I find myself finding excuses to not be in the house during the day. It could be the fact that someone else (that I don't know) has used my toilets, or that I'm staring at plain white walls or quite honestly I'm missing my friends, my house, and my dog. Really Janie is a huge part of why I'm having such a hard time settling in. This is the first time in 15 moves that she hasn't been shedding up a nervous storm getting underfoot. I miss her terribly, especially in the evenings when Greg works late. I miss seeing that sweet little face following me to every room, making sure I get her things unpacked.

But then there too is the curse of unpacked boxes. Inevitably if every box gets unpacked, we'll be moving again in 6 months. And who wants to do that?
Enough rambling. I need to unpack the camera so I can take pictures of this place to post here. If I could just figure out which box that is...