Oh, hi there! Somehow, with all the unpacking and organizing, 2 weeks (almost 3!) seem to have passed without my permission. All in all, it’s been a great move. I can’t begin to describe how nice it has been to send the girls into the backyard to play, rain or shine, instead of turning on a movie. And we have been able to sort through our (many!!) boxes and weed out the necessary/highly desirable objects for the ones that belong in our yard sale/donation pile. (What’s that you say?? Most people have a yard sale BEFORE moving out of state?!….what a concept!!)
We also took a few days off after moving in since my mom was visiting. She and the girls played and read stories for just about the entire time she was here. By the end of her trip, G was getting reallly smart about choosing the books “with more words” to get longer story time. That girl…!
Husband and I spent our first night away (ever!!) at a Bed and Breakfast and went to a water park the next day. We were greeted not-too-enthusiastically when we returned home, so I don’t even think the girls knew /cared that we had left.
In other news, we have discovered a list of the top three things we never knew about living in Texas.
3. Thunder. We have heard thunder before. We were quite familiar that it follows lightening, oh, 2 or 3 times a year. Not so in Texas. It’s a muliple-times-a-month event, complete with a make-you-jump-up-straight out-of-bed, earth-shattering rumble. With that, add some flash flooding and bathing suits for the kids and you’ve got the last 2-3 days we have had.
Here’s my favorite picture of this past week, when husband (he’s wearing pants, I promise!) decided to go dancing in the rain and drink some fresh rain water. A very nekked Sweet P contemplated joining him for a while, watching him dance like a madman, until she decided it would be fun to dance in the rain with him. Not pictured: me and G, who had the foresight to put on bathing suits before joining these two crazies.
2. The bugs. They are vicious. Every last bug seems determined to get some blood. Even the roly-polys. (Ok, that one is a bit of a stretch.) But really, we get bit every day unless we use this.
1. The grassssssss. Texans take their grass seriously. The man we bought the house from included a multiple page typed instruction sheet, complete with pictures, on how to keep the St. Augustine flourishing. And he called our neighbor the day we moved in to see if we had cut the grass yet. Uhhh….no, we were a little busy… Then our (very nice) neighbor arranged for Husband to cut the grass the same time as he cuts his so that our front lawns are even with each other…! I don’t know how to break it to him that we plan on xeriscaping at least most of the lawn, because I can’t stomach the $600/month water bill we were warned about.
That’s all for now, but if I have it my way I will be back next week with a room tour of P’s nursery, which is the only room in the house almost