We've Moved!

Yes we finally moved out of the two bedroom apartment into a nice, open, spacious, bright, and roomy house. The boys each have their own bedrooms and we don't feel like we're on top of one another all the time. I kinda miss the apartment, I guess because we lived there for over a year and things were comfortable there. I knew where everything was, there was a place for everthing, and even though it was crowded, it was home. In this house, things are a little more spread out and I still haven't found everything from the move. But I'm not complaining, I'm just saying I wish I knew where everything was. Like the Q-tips! Where in the heck are the q-tips? You'd think I would have packed them with the bathroom stuff, but guess what? They are not with the bathroom stuff. So now I'm wondering if we were out and I threw the box away and forgot, or have I totally lost my mind and put them some place weird like the kitchen. Who knows, I'll find them eventually, I hope. But anywhoo, that's just an example.


And like any move to a new place this one is no different. It has had a few kinks to work out, but so far nothing we can't handle. Not too mention a few surprises....like the cat who was left behind by the previous residents. She's very sweet and the boys have fallen in love with her and named her Snowball because she is solid white. She was very skinny when she first appeared at our door, obviously from being abandoned. So being the cat person I am, I immediately started feeding her. She is putting on weight, but I don't think its because I'm over-feeding. I think she may be pregnant. She has been very good about staying outside, but the last couple of days she's more adamant about coming in the house. I'm assuming she's ready to find a nice nesting place for the babies. Oh dear, What will we do. Richard thinks I should take her to a local shelter, which I kind of agree with. But on the other hand, having kittens would be such a good experience for the kids.

Aaron and Snowball blowing bubbles.

Snowball taking a nap.

Happy Birthday, Andrew!

Earlier this week, Andrew celebrated his 10th birthday. In his words, "I'm no longer a kid. I'm a pre-teen." YIKES!!! Richard and I decided that the 10th birthday should be a special day so Richard planned a very special outing for Andrew. Andrew shares his fathers passion for airplanes but has never been able to fly.....until now. Richard went to the local flight school and scheduled an hour flight for Drew's first flight lesson. Needless to say, the kid, I mean pre-teen, was thrilled and had a great time. I didn't go for fear of how Aaron would react to not getting to fly, but Richard took some great pictures.

Here they are with the plane. I'm kinda glad I didn't go up in this little plane. Rich said it was samll enough that the pilot was able to turn it around by hand.

This is the view from Andrew's side of the plane (Richard was in the back seat taking pictures). The pilot actually let Andrew take control of the plane and fly it. He was so excited. He danced around the house all evening singing, "I flew an airplane! I flew an airplane!"

This picture the pilot took of Andrew while they were in the air, as you can tell.





I think this years gift will be hard to top next year. But hopefully he understands that it was a special thing and not the norm. Who knows, maybe Richard will start taking him every year for a flight on his birthday. How cool would that be?

Happy Birthday, Baby, I love you!!!

"It's not my fault"