Before going any further, let's just talk about one thing: Clementine stems. The little green stub on an orange peel. Zealand likes to pop them out of the orange. I left this one in so you could tell what it is in the picture.
I asked Jeff about it and apparnetly this has been going on for 2 years, but I didn't know about it until the week we moved out. That kid cracks me up.
Ok. The move.
It was a crazy move. A grueling drive through the desert with little kids, I should have planned snacks and toys; we had them, hey we had everything we owned with us, but I could have had it more 'together'. I should have known not to stay at the Clown Motel....never again. (Paula-I was so so glad you were packing ham for breakfast, we almost ordered food delivered to the hotel.)
We saw a mini-cooper on the side of the road in the middle of the desert. The airbags were deployed and the car had hit a black angus cow. The passengers had abandoned the car. We could have easily hit that cow.
Being without internet service for a week in a new city is lame...just sayin'. We very glad to be wired up again.
We are mostly moved in to our new "in-partment", as Z calls it. The other night he insisted that we refer to our inpartment as "home", not "the apartment/inpartment". That was the same night that we got on the freeway to shoot to the other end of town and he became alarmed that we were taking him back to our "small brick house" (he thinks the apartment is big because it is 3 stories, nevermind that the apartment is less than half the size of our house). I don't know exactly why or how it happened, but that kid loves it here in Nevada. School is working out for him. He shares a room with Charlotte and refers to her as "my baby". Sharing a room is new for them and a challenge for me. The other day sis was up for 1 1/2 hours in the night. After trying everything we could think of, Jeff put her on the floor and she walked over to Zealand and kissed him without waking him, then asked to be put in her bed and went right to sleep. Z loves to get the mail and visit with the apartment manager, who makes cookies every morning.
The boxes that have yet to be unpacked will probably remain that way until we find a house. I want to buy in a certain neighborhood that has a great school. This might lead us to buy another old house because it is an old part of town.
