Tuesday, December 16, 2008

LET THE FUN BEGIN

Christmas was all wrapped up and ready to go just in time to buy a house last week. Closing is exactly one week away. We can't wait. The plan is to load the kitchen in the car and then unload it into cupboards, then come back for the closets while Carl is at work. Hopefully by the time he gets home mostly only furniture and boxes of stuff that goes in the furniture will be left.

We ran into a great house for a wonderful price in an excellent neighborhood, in a town with a good reputation, just in the nick of time. The house has just been remodeled top to bottom, so we won't need to even paint. YAY! Everything is working out so well for us. We are very grateful. I wish I had a picture of the kitchen to post. Its my favorite part!

Now we just have to organize, declutter and pack one more time. We plan to stay in this house for A LONG TIME.

Friday, December 5, 2008

ONE FUN FAMILY





Have I ever mentioned how fun my family is. An observer was mentioning just yesterday that our family seems really close. Well shoot, we don't get along perfectly but we really do have a good time together. I'm so glad I have them and we're able to get together often, especially since moving here.


Here's another fun thing we did over the Thanksgiving holiday. It was an adult only prefab Gingerbread House decorating contest.




Thursday, December 4, 2008

CONVERSATIONS

We've had a couple of funny conversations over the last 24 hours.

Mom: Jordan you should probably tell your teacher we're moving.
Jordan: I did today, I told him we were being kicked out of our house.
Mom: What? we are NOT being kicked out of our house. We have to move because they want to sell the house.
Jordan: Hmm? I told him it was too much money and we couldn't pay it anymore.
Mom: That is not true, where in the world did you get that idea?
Jordan: I heard you talking to someone about it.

I think the conversation he was eaves dropping on was the one I had with a neighbor about not renting another house in the neighborhood for $2000/month. That's way too much for rent.

Early this morning:
Grant: Mom, I dinky den (I'm stinky again)

I change his diaper because Carl has already left for work.

Grant: Danks mom (thanks mom--its nice he can be so mannerly early in the morning)
Mom: Your welcome Grant, go to sleep
Grant: Ding a Dong mom (sing a song mom)
Mom: No, I'm not singing this early
Grant: Bye mom

Monday, December 1, 2008

Indians vs. Pilgrims

This year's Thanksgiving was filled with a little more physical activity than usual. All my family, except for my brother and his family, were in town for the holiday. So after the turkey was in the oven (the best turkey we've ever had) we met at a nearby track for some relays.


















We were split into teams, the Pilgrims and the Indians. The first activity was the TURKEY RELAY where flour bag turkeys (made by Katie) were passed from one contestant to the next.











Next was CHUBBY TURKEY, exactly like Chubby Bunny but just different words. Though some of us have been known to have big mouths nobody but my dad has a physically big mouth. He was the champion of this game. We couldn't stop laughing and we watched the contestants shove marshmallow upon marshmallows in their mouths. Its important to note that some people get sick while watching this game. Next up was






THE PUMPKIN ROLL. Sounds like you roll a pumpkin right? that's what I thought but this was a little harder than it sounds. Each team had to roll a pumpkin with the stick side of a broom across the finish line. DRUNKEN INDIANS was the next on the list. Though not a very politically correct named game this is where the adults spinned (spell check is telling me this isn't a word) the kids around for several seconds and then watched them dizzily race to the end of the course. Afterward we had a wonderful CRABWALK match, which turned out to be a little painful on the track.


We ended the festivities with a CRANBERRY ON A SPOON RELAY, the idea was to keep the cranberry from falling off the spoon but someone forgot to tells the Indians that they couldn't actually hold the cranberry and the spoon at the same time.