This man is a machine. The past week has been intense. Driving here and there. Cleaning. Carrying boxes. Moving furniture. Painting. Repairing. Handling all the finances and endless paperwork. Digging out clothes and shoes and whatever else the rest of us need to get thru our day. Continue reading
Last night, I heard Martin drop his paint supplies in the other room, bolt out of the house, and then peel out of the driveway into town. I figured he needed something before the stores closed, so I didn’t think anything of it. He returned about 20 minutes later, looking exhausted.
Martin turned over the keys to the rental today. We’ll miss this house and it’s floor-heating! But we created a lot of fantastic memories with friends and family alike.
The oldest was in charge of the boys as Martin and I cleaned the rental today. Lola spent most of the day over at her bestie’s house for one more sleepover. Everything echoed as we emptied the rooms.
It snowed when we moved into our rental house nearly three years ago, so yeah…this is fine.
This is going to be an insanely busy weekend for us as we move into our new house. After months of preparation, things are finally happening. But no matter how organized and streamlined we’ve tried to make this process, it’s going to be nothing but chaos for us for awhile.
Kiwi the Cat just loves her babies. She’s nothing, but sweet and patient as Junior scratches her ears and waves his hand over her whiskers, just as the Middles did with Kiwi when they were babies. Continue reading
This week is gonna be a doozy. Not only is there work and school, but we are packing. We are painting. We are moving. And we are hosting about 25 relatives for our biggest Thanksgiving feast ever. We are optimistic, but I think the baby is a realist.
Though we officially celebrated her birthday yesterday evening, I gave my girl her birthday gift early that morning. Since she was about 3 years old, she and I have regular coffee time together. Those first few years, she drank an “extreme latte” … milk with a splash of my coffee. Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I heard someone playing arpeggios on our piano. It was Lola.
“How do you know those?” I asked her. Continue reading
Living near a chocolate factory means we get to be in their test market for new flavors. If this one doesn’t become part of the main product line, I will weep for us all. Dark chocolate with crushed coffee beans. Yessssss.