Thursday, August 21, 2008
we're back
Just wanted to blog quickly -- the move is done, we've gone to Pennsylvania and back and we're all still alive. Moving day went remarkably smoothly; the kids were great then and also on our trip to and from the US. Yes, we're jetlagged now, but it's getting better. We love our new house, especially the balconies and backyard. And we had a great visit with Grammie, Grandpa Bond and Uncle Zach. Pictures soon.
Friday, August 1, 2008
we are packing, daily packing
I haven't been blogging much lately -- we've been busy! Movers come on Monday, and I'm so busy packing up. A gal from the branch stayed with us for the last couple of days while she waited to get into her new apartment, and she's been fantastic with the kids. Some other friends will come help out in the morning, so I'm feeling very grateful. We've had a couple of amusing moments with the packing -- I was making dinner last night when I realized I'd accidentally packed all the pots. Luckily the skillets weren't packed yet, and work OK as substitutes.
V is so funny lately. I asked her the other day if she was comfy and she said, "No, I'm not comfy. I'm not a couch." She's also picked up M's habit of insisting on being referred to as whatever character he's playing at the moment. Tonight I called her "beautiful girl" while I was changing her diaper. She said, "You have to call me V Tyrannosaurus Rex." Riiiight. Forgot that was her new name. A few minutes previously, M had taken V into another room (he was playing Daddy T Rex, by the way) and patiently taught her how to find and eat her own food. Yes, that means he was teaching her how to kill other dinosaurs, and he was so proud of her for learning how to kill her own meat. Wow.
V is so funny lately. I asked her the other day if she was comfy and she said, "No, I'm not comfy. I'm not a couch." She's also picked up M's habit of insisting on being referred to as whatever character he's playing at the moment. Tonight I called her "beautiful girl" while I was changing her diaper. She said, "You have to call me V Tyrannosaurus Rex." Riiiight. Forgot that was her new name. A few minutes previously, M had taken V into another room (he was playing Daddy T Rex, by the way) and patiently taught her how to find and eat her own food. Yes, that means he was teaching her how to kill other dinosaurs, and he was so proud of her for learning how to kill her own meat. Wow.
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