Sunday, January 10, 2010

"You get what you get and you don't throw a fit!"

So the other day I was quietly complaining to myself about the large amount of housework I had left to do before we had a house guest for the weekend.

"I wish I didn't have so much work to do today" I muttered to myself while scrubbing the countertops. I sighed.

Lola looked up from her lunch.

"You get what you get and you don't throw a fit, Mommy" she said with a solemn look upon her face.

"Touche'" I thought, as I smiled and went about my cleaning.

Christmas was great for the kids. Thanks to grandparents, friends, and other relatives, the tree was packed with pretty boxes. The kids circled around them for days ahead of time, hardly able to keep themselves back from ripping little holes in the paper. The night before Christmas we all went to the church service, then came home to pick out cookies for Santa. No, we didn't make cookies for Santa this year, as we had enough Christmas treats and cookies from our friends to make us all as fat as Santa. Needless to say, we had plenty to spare. Lola chose three cookies, two peanuts, and a gumdrop, which Santa was to wash down with a sparkly purple cup filled with milk. She also made sure to leave carrots and lettuce and a big bowl of water out for the reindeer. Then, just to be extra creative, Lola made herself a lovely robot costume.


What joy it was to watch Lola go to bed that night (without the robot costume), truly believing that Santa was going to come and visit our house! She didn't even think about trying to stay up late...after all, the books we had read said that he wouldn't come if she was still awake! The kids actually slept in until the near record of 7:30 am. This was good, because at about 6:30 I sat up with a bolt!

"Wil! Did Santa remember to eat the cookies and drink the milk?"

"Um, no, I, well.....I guess it will be cookies for breakfast, but I'm not drinking that milk!"

We had bought Rowan one of those jeep rigs that the kids can actually drive, and carefully set it up around the corner on the way to the tree so that he wouldn't see it until the last minute. He was so excited that we couldn't get him out of the truck to open any more gifts for about 15 minutes! When he did though, he was thrilled to find lots more trucks waiting for him! Santa had filled the stockings with this and that, and we really enjoyed watching the kids open their goodies. The rest of the day was very relaxed, and we just hung out and played with new toys. I had to work the next day, of course, so our break was short, but very nice.


Wil and I actually made it up past midnight on New Year's Eve, and watched the ball drop before crawling into bed. I think this is the first time we have lasted that long in 3 years!

We had a friend from vet school come and stay with us this weekend, and it was so much fun! We shopped, and ate, and shopped and ate some more, and then drank wine. Ahhh, what a relaxing weekend. I bought the kids each a little dollar store item on one of our little shopping adventures, and I really thought Rowan would love the whoopie cushion...boy was I wrong!



Rowan learned a new word this weekend too. "Rowan, say frog!" (DISCLAIMER!!! Frog sounds like...well, lets just say if you are easily offended, you probably shouldn't watch! Don't know why you would be on my blog though if that is the case....)




Well, that is about it for us lately. It has been blissfully boring around here lately. One of our hens hid a nest in the henhouse, and much to the delight of the kids, we have five tiny fuzzy little chickies to enjoy. You know, life is pretty sweet!

Sunday, December 20, 2009

"In squadling clothes upon the hay!"

We went to the church Christmas Program tonight with high hopes that Lola might manage to get up in front of the audience and say the poem that she has memorized without clamming up or running to Mommy. We had prepared for this night for a month, diligently practicing her little poem every night before bed. She quickly memorized it, surprising me in the van one day by reciting it spontaneously. Well, she did it! She marched right up there with her little friends, held the microphone, and said her poem. Doesn't matter that Baby Jesus is wrapped in "squadling clothes" or not! We are so proud of her and all the little kids that were so big and brave tonight!





This is indeed a busy time of year. We went to a neighboring town last week for their lighted Christmas Parade, which was pretty cool. Afterward, they served free chili and hot dogs, and had an amazing fireworks display which the kids absolutely loved! The weather was perfect...not too cold, and just a little dusting of softly falling snowflakes.


This week we did our second "Kids in the Kitchen," a little program at the church which allows children to bake something yummy under the watchful eyes of volunteers. This time we did Christmas cookies. A friend and I volunteered for the sprinkle/frosting table, which although extremely messy, was super fun! The kids did a great job, and made enough cookies to serve at the Christmas program!

On Saturday, Santa came to town, riding in his traditional horse drawn wagon, much to the delight of all the youngsters lined up along Main Street in anticipation of his arrival! One by one they marched up to Santa to sit on his lap and tell him what they wished for this Christmas. I knew that Lola would do it this year, despite her poor Santa performance last year, as she really wanted him to know that she wants a swimming dinosaur under the tree on Christmas morning. I was not so sure about Rowan. Lola hopped right up on Santa's lap, and Rowan cried when I put him up there with his sister, so our picture has my arm in it! After about 10 seconds though, Rowan calmed down and sat quietly, even remembering to say "Thank you Santa" after his turn was over. They each got little gifts (thanks Lion's Club!) and treats to take on their wagon ride around town.

Christmas is such a great time of year in Palouse! The other day I took the kids to town to have lunch, as I was feeling crabby and did not want to cook. While we ate, a local woman randomly came in, walked up on the little stage, pulled out an accordion and started playing Christmas songs. It was so completely random and wonderful. My bad mood dissolved as I thought about how amazing it is to live in such a sweet place.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I don't believe I ordered the basement pool.....

Well, it finally happened. After years of carefully shutting off the water whenever we went on vacation, never running appliances when we were gone, and making sure our pipes stayed warm even in the most frigid temperatures - we had a flood.

Monday morning started like any other, the craziness of waking Lola at the last possible minute (7 am) to get ready for the bus which arrives 25 minutes later, the fun of stuffing an irritable toddler into his clothes so we can get to daycare on time, all while trying to get myself ready for work at 8:30 15 miles away. The day was long and exhausting at the clinic, and the kids were tired, grumpy, and ready to eat when I picked them up from daycare at 6pm.

All I had on my mind when we walked in the door was "dinner, bath, bed!" so imagine my surprise when I heard water running. Not just running, but gushing. My first thought was that there had to be someone in my house. I shoved the kids behind me, and turned on the lights to reveal 3 inches of standing water in the kitchen and a waterfall coming from the dishwasher. Panicked, I ran downstairs to shut off the water to the house. Then I called my husband, then my parents. I quickly assessed the damage to the kitchen, thankful that it didn't seem too bad. Then, with a sinking feeling, I ran downstairs again to find water pouring from the seams in the ceiling. I opened the office to find a pool of water drowning our remaining laminate flooring, still in its packages.

Our neighbors, my parents, and Wil and I worked to control the water while we waited for the flood specialists to arrive. When they finally got here, they used their awesome equipment to suck up all the water they could, and then left us for the night with three giant dehumidifier machines, and six turbo fan driers. Here is what our kitchen looked like around midnight that night:



48 hours post flood things seem to be improving. We have 9 fans now instead of 6, however, which only adds to the landing strip feel of our home. The fans are so loud that we can hardly hear ourselves think. I am in constant fear that the kids will put their hands in the fans, and so am obsessively vigilant, which is very tiring. The cool thing about the fans is that they are so strong that they can actually blow the chihuahuas around a little, which is pretty entertaining, and has helped to boost morale, which has been understandably low.

The flood guys came to check on us today and used their little probes (kind of like something off of Ghostbusters) to check for moisture in the walls, floors and ceilings. We still have quite a bit of moisture, hence the three new fans. Still, they think we may get to lose a few fans tomorrow afternoon if all continues to go well. I am hoping that they will take them soon, as I am afraid I may be deaf before they are gone. The dehumidifiers can go too, as my hair has started to stand up on end due to the dryness and static they are creating. Even the cats' hair is starting to stand up!

Aside from the inadvertent installation of a downstairs pool, life has been pretty sweet lately. Speaking of pools, Lola had her 4th birthday party at a nearby aquatic center. We invited the entire preschool and the kids had so much fun swimming and playing! They even took time out to do cake and presents. It was awesome to enjoy 92 degree water in an 80 degree center when it was 20 degrees outside. Nice!

For her birthday, I bought Lola a manicure! She was soooo excited! So excited in fact, that she chose several colors for her nails. We narrowed it down to two colors, alternating every other nail. Here she is showing off her nails....I'm not sure why she looks so demonic here, but she was actually very proud of her nail polish!



Wil and I had a rare day off together, so we decided to take the kids to that time honored traditional trip to Chuck E Cheeses. They had an absolute blast! Lola was weirdly good at the games, and ended up with a ton of the little tickets that you then have to trade in for goodies. That process, of course, took about 4 years. She finally chose a ball, a necklace, an some other cheap junk. We met up with some friends there, and the kids had a really good time! We even managed to get the coveted picture of the kids together, and they all sort of looked at the camera!



Thanksgiving went pretty well. We enjoyed our feast the weekend before, as I was working through Thanksgiving day. After several calls over my on call week from hell, our schedule went back to normal, giving us plenty of time to prepare for Christmas. Lola is all over Christmas this year, as she fully understands what it going on. Rowan has no clue, but loves the lights and the tree!

We went hiking out into the woods near our house in search of a tree this year. I promised Lola we could have a real tree. Usually I set up the fake one, but this year we all trooped out in the cold and snow to find our tree. Not 5 minutes into the hike, I was carrying Rowan, which meant that when we finally found the tree, Wil had to pull the tree back while carrying the chainsaw. He certainly got a workout! The tree is beautiful though, and well worth the trouble.


I have finally got all our decorations up, but they will never hold a candle to the awesome decorations that my Gramma used to have in this house! Maybe we can live up to her decorating talents over the next few years.

Lola has started helping us with the chicken chores lately. She walks up with one of us and collects the eggs and helps feed the chickens, and in return she gets to sell the eggs for a buck a dozen. She has like $20, which she is saving for some sort of polka dotted pony. Cute!



Well, It is getting late, and I am tired. Tired from being in fan hell. I really think that maybe hell is not a fiery sweltering inferno, but instead a huge house filled with industrial fans that you can never get away from, no matter where you try to hide. I wonder if we added a few more fans and pointed them all straight down if we might just be able to send the house aloft, and maybe fly it to Hawaii? Seeing as it is currently -4 degrees here, that would be killer!

Oh, and we got another chihuahua....meet Sterling!

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Home for Halloween

Well, we are finally officially really and truly moved. Moved, yes. Settled...not really, but getting there! What a blessing to be able to move into this lovely huge old home, with plenty of room for the kids to run and the animals to roam. The first few days I wasn't really sure I even had cats, as the house is so big that there is space for them to spread out and find really good hidey holes. The chickens have settled nicely into their great big toasty warm hen house, and are showing us how happy they are by bestowing upon us a dozen eggs every 2 days. Anyone need eggs?

The kids moved from one house to the next seamlessly. I suppose it has a lot to do with us being here working on the house so much the last several months. They really got a chance to play here and get used to things before the big transition. Lola keeps telling me that "our new house is so much fun!" so that is a good sign. Occasionally she asks me if the old house is sad, and although I always tell her no, sometimes I feel a pang of sadness for the old house.

I imagine it sitting, cold and empty, missing all the crazy hustling and bustling that has been a part of its existence for the last four years. I feel a little sad when I think of walking up and down the stairs at night when we first moved in, eight months pregnant with Lola, as the bathroom was not so conveniently located on the bottom floor. I remember getting her little nursery ready, painting everything a girly pink, and hanging cute floral trim. Many quiet nighttime feedings were spent in the old rocking chair by her window. Then came time to turn the office into nursery number two, and I remember laying little Rowan down in his sweet little room for the first time after we brought him home. Both my babies learned to walk in that house, and both learned how to conquer stairs there. Many happy baths were taken in that old tub, and countless hours were spent playing in the yard. When I go there now to clean or just to check on things, I can almost hear the echoes of little voices, and I do imagine that our old house is sad without us.

The new house though, must be swelling with joy at its active new occupants. The basement, once a dreary green room that no one wanted to stay in for long, is brightly lit, and warmed by the cozy fireplace. Toy cars and dolls litter the floor, and the sounds of play fill the air. Upstairs the smells of family meals waft into the living room, where I love to curl up on the couch and relax, enjoying the peace that comes from having a large playroom on another floor! At bathtime, I can hardly get the kids out of the tub. They love the great big sparkly jacuzzi style tub!


In this month of changes, I decided that it was high time that Rowan got his first haircut. I said farewell to that fine wispy baby hair and hello to a little boy! He did awesome! I gave him a tootsie pop (usually banned candy at our house) and he sat in tootsie pop bliss, drooling down his gown and allowing the hairdresser to work her magic. (Rowan is seen here sporting his awesome battle scar from his fight with the big concrete flower pot. The flower pot won.)


Lola too had a new first. We found out after much trial and tribulation that the "little bus" doesn't come to our new house in the mornings to pick her up for preschool. Instead, she was to ride "big bus," a very large school bus with very large kids on board. The school found her a high school "buddy" to make sure she is ok on her short ride to school, and there is a nice lady to pick her up off the bus and escort her to the preschool room. After preschool, "little bus" drops her off again like normal. Lola, being Lola, marched right up to that humongous bus the first day it came, climbed up those great big stairs and rode off to preschool without so much as a second glance back. I nearly had a heart attack watching her leave, but she was just fine. That little girl has so much confidence! Nothing is going to stop her!

I finally found the box that contains all the Halloween decorations, and I put them all up one afternoon while the kids were napping. They were very excited to see the lights and spiders and other spooky things when they woke up. Lola had a short brush with stomach flu the day before Halloween, but she was bright and cheery when she woke up Halloween day, and so we went ahead and dressed up to go trick or treating.

Rowan dressed up as our neighbor from town, who is also his godfather. Lola was a princess kitty, an idea that she came up with all by herself. We took them into town to visit Rowan's godparents first, and it was a riot! Rowan looked just like the man we had dressed him up as. He was a perfect mini-me, and his godfather was tickled to death. We got lots of pictures, then loaded everyone up to finish trick or treating before hitting the local Halloween party downtown. Rowan won the costume party for his look-alike costume, and Lola had a great time playing with her friends from school. Everyone ate way too much candy, including myself. I have issues with popcorn balls, as in I can't get enough of them, and am currently suffering from a little popcorn ball overload.

After the party, we hit a few more houses and then came home for a late dinner, bath, snuggle time and bed. I am currently trying to keep myself awake long enough for Wil to get home from Haunted Palouse, where he is working as the chainsaw guy on the haunted hayride. I worked the haunted house both days last weekend, and realized that staying up that late two days in a row is really starting to get hard! Sleep has not been an issue for me since my insomnia days following Rowan's birth. Now I almost feel like a narcoleptic! I decided to take this weekend off from being a spooky skeleton cowgirl, and I am almost relieved to have not been able to get a babysitter! Kudos to the people who are working all four nights. What a marathon!

Anyway, this big old house is quiet and peaceful at 11:30 pm. The kids are sleeping soundly, the cats are nowhere to be found, and the dog is out like a light. Hopefully Wil gets home soon, as I can barely keep my eyes open any longer. On quiet nights like these, I feel extra specially blessed for our lovely home, our wonderful family, and our good friends. I suppose I had better sneak down and turn off Lola's light. Tomorrow is another day!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Boxes Boxes Everywhere


Boxes, boxes everywhere
Have you seen my underwear?
Totes of toys and bathroom stuff,
I'm not sure we have enough!

Heavy lifting, cussing, swearing,
Is that my shoe that Rowan's wearing?
Have you seen that little screw,
you know the one that you put through
that piece of plastic for the light
That Lola can't sleep without at night?

Did you remember that one box
the one that holds all of our clocks,
because without them I don't know
what time it is, or when to go
to swimming lessons, school or work.
In what pile of junk could those clocks lurk?

I'd love to send that thank you note,
the address book is in some tote,
in the garage that holds no car,
because of boxes stacked as far
as eyes can see,
o woe is me!
Where oh where can that book be?

Boxes, boxes everywhere,
after a move it seems unfair,
to have to tackle this endless task,
(anyone seen that whiskey flask?)

Maybe by the time I'm gray,
I'll get this junk all put away.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

"A Fair-E-Tail"

September brings with it cooler temperatures, the end of harvest, and the local fair. Our little county fair might be small but the kids still think it is action packed! We went down one afternoon and checked out all the animals. Lola loved the chicken barn and especially enjoyed getting to pet one of our friends' chickens. Rowan really liked the rabbits and the pigs. We grabbed our traditional burger, and then hit the rides. Lola had a blast on the roller-coaster and the helicopters. Both kids got to play a carnival fishing game, and won little stuffed prizes. At the end of the day, we got a funnel cake and the kids played in the lentil pit.





We should have known that something was wrong when Rowan didn't scream, cry and tantrum as we pulled him out of the lentil pit. When we got home he was extra clingy. I took his temp and it was up to 104. Ack. Turns out the little guy was getting the flu. That was on a Thursday. I got to deal with a very sick and cranky toddler all weekend. Poor little man was so sick! He got over it without too much trouble though, and things headed back to normal on Monday.

That Monday Lola got to go back to preschool. She went all last year, despite being the youngest in her class and did great! This year we told her she could go full time, which is 3 hours a day, 4 days a week. She gets to ride the bus, which is very exciting.



Lola's first day was great. Unfortunately, that night she sprung a fever on us, and was out for the next two days, missing class picture day. Bummer! So finally on Thursday, both kids seemed healthy and Lola went back to school. I went back to work. The next day we went to the other local fair, and the kids danced and danced to the old time music. They didn't care that they were the only ones dancing, and the musicians even cheered them on!

Finally, our week ended with the local town parade and little festival. Lola got to ride in the firetruck with Daddy, and Rowan got to hold his buddy Ivy and watch the parade. We had some yummy food, saw lots of friends, enjoyed the ping pong ball drop, and had a really great day overall. To add to the excitement of the day, Lola won the duck race! We don't have her prize yet, but I hear it was quite a bit of cash!









To give me a little time to clean the house, I filled the wading pool with warm water and added bubble bath. Instant outdoor bath! It kept the kids busy for an hour, as they enjoyed one of the last warm days of the season.



Sunday brought with it a surprise of sorts. I was surfing the web, looking at puppies (because that is what I do, you know) and discovered a chihuahua breeder in a nearby city. We packed up and took the short drive to check them out. Long story short, Ivy will be getting a "baby Daddy"! I chose a little 2 day old male pup. He will be ready in November. I know, I know, crazy cat lady is doubling as crazy chihuahua lady. Oh well! With that, I am off to bed. Seems that the kids kicked the flu just in time to catch a cold, and they were so nice to share it with me.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Vacation, Baby!

Well, we haven't been on a real vacation since I was a fourth year vet student, about 5 years ago. That was a quick trip to Hawaii, which was blissfully relaxing. Things are a bit different with kids, I have discovered. I was quite thankful for the minivan when I started packing, late as usual, the night before. We managed to pack everyone's stuff with enough room for Gramma, who was going to ride with us on the first leg of our journey.

We left the house at 8:00 am, which was pretty good, considering our goal was 7:00 am.

"Do you have all the passports?" Wil asked, 15 miles into the trip.

"Yeah, I picked them up from the saftey deposit box two weeks ago," I replied, opening the glove box to check that they were all in order.

"Shit." I said, realizing that Wil's passport was not in the envelope, just mine, and an old one of mine.

After 30 minutes of sheer panic and a trip home, Wil found his passport on the table next to the bed. Arg.

Back on the road, we headed for Penticton, BC, to watch my cousin run the Ironman. She was attempting to qualify for the big race in Kona. The trip was pretty easy, with surprisingly few potty stops. We breezed through the border and got to our Osoyoos hotel in the late afternoon. When we checked into our room, there was already luggage in there. The hotel had double booked our room! The staff were so flustered by their mistake that they put us up in an amazing suite just down the hall. It had a bedroom, kitchen, livingroom, and nice bathroom, plus a balcony overlooking the water. Awesome!!! We dropped Gramma off with my aunt, and quickly settled in for the night and prepared for the next day of cheering.

We got up early for the race to get a good spot along the bike route. We cheered and waved as my cousin and her friends zipped by, then we drove to Penticton to find a spot along the marathon route. We met up with Gramma and my aunt in front of a fast food joint, which proved to be both a saving grace and a horrible diet buster. We stayed on the same 6 foot patch of sidewalk with both kids for about 3 hours! They did awesome, although it was a bit of a challenge with Rowan as he is at that in between age where he isn't too happy being contained, but has no regard for his own personal safety. He spent most of the time in the stroller, and actually only fell apart once. We cheered on our racers again, and packed up for a break. The kids were so tired they fell asleep in the car, so we drove to the finish line and found a great shady place to park. After they woke up we walked to the final cheering spot and again cheered the tired racers on as they came into the final mile of the race. After swimming 2 miles, biking over 100 miles, and running 26 miles, they were still amazingly chipper. After dealing with two very tired children in the hot sun, sitting in one place for almost 6 hours total, we were surprisingly chipper too.




The next day we headed back to the States. Before crossing the border, we stumbled upon a tiny train museum. It was a huge room, bigger than our living room, filled with tiny model trains, planes, people, pets, and cars, all blessedly behind thick clear glass. The kids loved it! They probably could have stayed there all day, following the trains across the rooms, in and out of tunnels and over the hills. Rowan especially loved the tiny sheep and cows grazing on the green plastic grass.

Playing with trains wiped the kids out and they slept all the way from the border to Leavenworth, our next stop. The hotel there was less than awesome, but it was safe and comfortable. We visited the cute shops in town, had a great dinner, and then played and played in the pool.

The next day we stopped at the fish hatchery and saw lots of fish! We then drove to Seattle and went to Woodland Park Zoo. We walked the entire zoo! Lola walked the whole way, and Rowan spent most of the time hopping in and out of the stroller. The kids liked all the animals, but the favorites were the gorillas and the penguins.



I liked the snow leopards. The mama leopard had two little cubs, and they were bothering her mercilessly. I totally felt for her! We looked at bugs, reptiles, and all manner of birds and animals. The kids then spent some time playing in the giant indoor playland. They were soon ready for a rest in the Tacoma hotel. After a rest, we met up with a good friend for dinner at Lola's favorite - Red Lobster!



The next morning we headed to Olympia to visit the Children's Museum, which I would totally recommend to anyone near Olympia. It was awesome! Wil and I had nearly as much fun as the kids! We explored room after room of trees with plastic fruit growing amongst wooden leaves, a medical center, a market, a climbing structure, a veterinary clinic, a treehouse, chickens that "laid" eggs, a huge water table with boats, a ship, a crane, and an enormous table filled with moon sand! There was more, but I can't even think of it all now! I wish we had something like that near here, we would be there all the time!



After playing ourselves out, we drove on to the tiny town of Moclips, where we checked into our quaint little cabin by the sea. We spent three glorious days exploring the beach, playing in the shallow sandy bottomed river, and watching old movies. We had cool weather for the most part, but no one cared. The kids ran and ran, leaving little footprints in the sand. They chased the waves, and tried to dig for clams. No matter how much we rinsed off before going into the house, they still left a good deal of sand in the tub every night!








A good friend met us there on the only really sunny day, and we hiked several miles down the beach to reach some huge rocks at low tide.



Hidden at the base of the rocks were tide pools, which the kids were so excited about! We all enjoyed poking the sea anemones and touching the barnacles and starfish. Lola thought that the disgusting bloated dead sea lion we walked by was a great find...ick. She probably ran 10 miles chasing pelicans and gulls off the beach, and racing the waves. Rowan toddled along, pantless, and picked up sand dollars, handing them to me until my pockets were bulging. He actually walked a long way for his little legs, but I did end up carrying his heavy butt a couple of miles during the hike, which was a test of my physical fitness (or lack thereof!).




My friend and I spent an hour walking down the beach and catching up. We came upon a little seabird, a common murre, and were able to walk right up to it. I would have preferred to leave the little guy alone, but my friend, a bird expert of sorts, had to check it out and make sure it wasn't hurt. Turns out he wasn't hurt, just a bit on the slow side. She nicely placed him back into the sea, and he followed us down the beach, getting washed up on the sand again. Since there were lots of dogs around, and the murre seemed less than intelligent at this point, we walked him back down the beach to the little river outlet, where he could swim away without being washed up on land where a dog might have gotten him. We watched him paddle to safety, and hoped never to see him again.



The next morning we got up very early for our journey home. The kids were sad to leave the ocean. They had gotten pretty used to running like wild children through the surf, with rosy cheeks from the salty air. We locked up the little house and headed out. We stopped in Renton at Bullwinkles Family Fun Center, which was indeed fun, and the kids played themselves out there. They were so tired afterwords that they slept until we stopped at the fruit stand in Thorp, then slept again until after Vantage. What a drive! They did really well, and we only stopped those two times. We were glad to finally arrive at home in the early evening after 10 hours on the road.

So here we are, back at home, back to the grind. Our house is now "pending sale" as we wait to see if some paperwork is going to come through for some buyers. We moved a bunch more stuff to the new house today, and completed the painting job. Now we just have a few more lights to hang, trim to put up, molding to hang, and transitional pieces to put in the floor. Oh, and two small rooms need floored, but that shouldn't take long. We are close to being ready to move. Lola's new room has furniture in it already! I will be so happy when we are living in just one house, as right now it feels like half our stuff is in each place.

Well, back to normal life, until next summer when we look forward to vacationing again!