Well! It's been a year since we arrived in Georgia. And it's hotter and just as humid than we remembered. At least we're more used to it now. And our family is growing, which makes each new day more interesting (and at times trying) than the last. Aubrey is doing very well, she's such a girl already. Dainty, cute, and demanding. Hopefully Brenda doesn't find out I said that.
At any rate, the boys are getting ready for birthday season. Cameron turns 3 soon and is acting the part expertly. Thankfully Dylan is mostly out of the 3's and has moved on to telling lies. ... My trial of patience continues. We're grateful for our home, our friends and family. We thank Heavenly Father daily for the many blessings we enjoy at His hand!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The Big Day
Well, tomorrow is the big day we've been impatiently waiting for almost two months to see - we close on our house in the afternoon! (hold for applause) Tomorrow morning I have an appointment with the base legal office to make a will; the commander has ordered that all Air Force servicemembers wanting to operate a motorcycle on base have an active will, and attend a safety briefing.
Our stuff will be delivered to the house on Wednesday. Tuesday we'll have the fridge delivered. Monday evening the carpet cleaners will do their magic. Tuesday morning, the painting starts. In about three weeks, give or take, the rest of the big stuff will be done - a new counter, sink and faucet installed.
Dylan will be starting preschool this year, hopefully within the next month or so (there are waiting lists for every pre-K program in our part of the district). He is so excited! He asks almost daily if he gets to "go to school tomorrow".
That's it for now. Happy Birthday to Mark and Trish!
Our stuff will be delivered to the house on Wednesday. Tuesday we'll have the fridge delivered. Monday evening the carpet cleaners will do their magic. Tuesday morning, the painting starts. In about three weeks, give or take, the rest of the big stuff will be done - a new counter, sink and faucet installed.
Dylan will be starting preschool this year, hopefully within the next month or so (there are waiting lists for every pre-K program in our part of the district). He is so excited! He asks almost daily if he gets to "go to school tomorrow".
That's it for now. Happy Birthday to Mark and Trish!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Dodging Fingernails
Brenda is clipping her nails. Not very noteworthy, I know, but this is a special occasion - she is clipping her nails in a hotel room in Augusta, Georgia. And the clippings are traveling across the room at nigh unto the speed of sound with every click of the clippers. They're the acrylic nail overlays plus her regular nails. Quite amusing until one catches my eye.
Enough of that. We are in Georgia. It has been warm. I'd take back the West Texas heat any day in exchange for the humidity, but we'll adjust eventually. An aquaintance said recently, "People say that southern girls don't sweat, they glisten. I tell you what, I've lived here 47 years, and that just ain't right." I think I saw our van sweating the other day, when it was something around 102.
So far we're enjoying the South. It's similar to Texas, people seem more friendly, more relaxed. So far. Well, I should say others seem more relaxed, we on the other hand are more high-strung than ever. Searching for, and going through the purchase of a home has proved a daunting thing, and more stressful than basic training. At least we don't have someone yelling at us every few minutes. We're living out of hotels at the moment, draining our bank account on a studio-apartment like "suite". It does have a kitchenette, dishes, cookware and a dishwasher, so we can prepare meals instead of always going out for food. We are really hoping and praying that the purchase goes through quickly and easily, and we can move in shortly after the first of July. A little optimism can go a long way!
The boys are healthy as always, and Cameron is turning into a chatterbox. When he's not chatting, he's sleeping or screaming at his brother or his parents. Dylan's "defense mechanism" was sulking or closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep. Worst case scenario he would run away. Cameron just screeches. At everything. Doesn't get water handed to him fast enough? Screech. Asks for fruit snacks ten times after finishing one packet, and Mom says no? Screech. Dad tries to buckle his seat for him? Screech. And so it goes. Of course we tolerate it, because he's so dang cute when he sings "Happy birfday to yous, happy birfday to yous..." and that balances the irritating/cute scale, even tips it in favor of "cute".
Love to family and friends, and to all fathers we say "Happy Father's Day!"
Enough of that. We are in Georgia. It has been warm. I'd take back the West Texas heat any day in exchange for the humidity, but we'll adjust eventually. An aquaintance said recently, "People say that southern girls don't sweat, they glisten. I tell you what, I've lived here 47 years, and that just ain't right." I think I saw our van sweating the other day, when it was something around 102.
So far we're enjoying the South. It's similar to Texas, people seem more friendly, more relaxed. So far. Well, I should say others seem more relaxed, we on the other hand are more high-strung than ever. Searching for, and going through the purchase of a home has proved a daunting thing, and more stressful than basic training. At least we don't have someone yelling at us every few minutes. We're living out of hotels at the moment, draining our bank account on a studio-apartment like "suite". It does have a kitchenette, dishes, cookware and a dishwasher, so we can prepare meals instead of always going out for food. We are really hoping and praying that the purchase goes through quickly and easily, and we can move in shortly after the first of July. A little optimism can go a long way!
The boys are healthy as always, and Cameron is turning into a chatterbox. When he's not chatting, he's sleeping or screaming at his brother or his parents. Dylan's "defense mechanism" was sulking or closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep. Worst case scenario he would run away. Cameron just screeches. At everything. Doesn't get water handed to him fast enough? Screech. Asks for fruit snacks ten times after finishing one packet, and Mom says no? Screech. Dad tries to buckle his seat for him? Screech. And so it goes. Of course we tolerate it, because he's so dang cute when he sings "Happy birfday to yous, happy birfday to yous..." and that balances the irritating/cute scale, even tips it in favor of "cute".
Love to family and friends, and to all fathers we say "Happy Father's Day!"
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