So it is official we are MOVING! Yes, I am screaming. My insides are screaming. My brain is screaming, which is probably why I am typing this at 2am instead of sleeping.
We will be in a new house or in a hotel before Christmas. That thought seems crazy. I knew it was coming up but without orders I did not let my brain go there. We have moved before and survived. We have never moved with 7 kids, a large dog, a cat and a guinea pig. How do you move with a guinea pig. I called the Vet and she said ask a pet store.
We have looked at houses and looked at houses. I am eve sending my husband to look at houses without me. Not the best decision but no way I want to take all the kids on a across country drive (okay maybe not across country but it feels that way)for a couple of days. So I will be helping him choose over the phone. We decided renting is probably not a great idea considering the size of the family.
We are moving to Rock Island, Illinois. I had never heard of it. I have been told be prepared for cold and snow. My only question is does the Army move me? I do not like cold and I do not like snow. I seriously think I will be hibernating during the winter. The kids are excited and sad at the same time.
So help me, tell me we will survive a move. Honestly, I love staying in a hotel. I know it sounds crazy but I love being close to one another and spending constant time together. I do not know how this will work with a large dog and a newborn with the light sleepers in the house but we will make it happen. I have decided that I will carry our crock pot and griddle with us so we are not constantly eating out.
I am thinking we need a camera crew following us around as the movers try to pack up this house and we travel with this crew. I am sure it will be full of laughs and tears and stories to tell.
Pamela
I love this child. He keeps me going every day. I am constantly reminding myself to set and enjoy the snuggles with him. Enjoy the slobbery kisses. Enjoy that he goes every where with me. Even to Starbucks.
Jacob is now 8 weeks old. I cannot bring myself to say 2 months until the 12th. I wan him to stay little as long as I can. He sleeps for about 2 hours at a time at night. He loves to be snuggled and held.
Pamela
This week’s statements:
1) I can’t believe that __in one month we will be leaving what we know and moving to a new place. ___
2) To celebrate _my birthday___ I __will be scrubbing floors and cleaning walls._____
3) The meaning of life is _relax and enjoy the ride, enjoy each minute because you are not guaranteed tomorrow. ____
4) I can’t stand _when people put toilet paper all over the seat and then leave it for someone else to clean up. I do not want to have to put my hands where you refused to put your butt. ____
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I should be sleeping. I need to be sleeping. But I miss this blog. I cannot believe we have this new baby and I am rarely blogging.
I cannot believe how fast time is going. This week Hope celebrated her 11th birthday. Her party is not until this weekend. She is having a skating party.
This girl is the light of my life. She keeps me on my toes. One day she is digging in the dirt and asking to be called Bob. The next day I come home and she is wearing mascara and asking to wear my heels.
I have to tell you a funny story. This morning as we were heading to reading therapy Faith asked me if they were allowed to watch the Cosby Show. I said “The Cosby Show”. She said yes. I almost laughed and said yes. She said okay because Hope watched it. Then she said and mom, last night she tried to sneak the blanket off my bed. Hope told me she learned it from watching the Cosby Show. I had to giggle that this worried her.
Hope has really grown up recently. Right before my eyes she is turning into a young lady. She wants more responsibility. She begs to hold the baby. At first it only lasted a few minutes and she was screaming that he was slobbering on her or wiggling. Now she has realized if she walks him up and down the hallway he will stop crying. It really boosts her self esteem to tell me she is bringing me a baby who is not crying.
I love this child. She has red hair and freckles like me, and is sensitive and who struggles with reading, has a lot of sensory issues. Hope is the laundry queen. She is responsible for washing and drying the family laundry. She is taking a interest in cooking recently.
I cannot wait to share how her party goes. She has requested a cake decorated with candy. Wish me luck.
Pamela
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