Moving/Moved

Two weeks ago we moved.

I bounced out of bed for the last time in our house that was no longer really our house and tried to hold myself down quietly while Boots and Mayhem slept.

It drizzled rain and I feared we wouldn't be able to get anything done besides pack all our worldly goods in boxes and wait for it to dry out while simultaneously unpacking things we needed while we were stalled.

The preacher called to tell me that he was praying for us because he knew this would be a hard week for us and to tell us he loved us.  I cried when we hung up.  I cried that last Sunday night at church all over everybody I got ahold of, too.  I'm pretty sure people thought I was cracking up, but I love my church and I am really sad to leave them.

We were able to move though.  We got 80% of everything packed in a cattle trailer and loaded on a trailer, hauled down the road, and unloaded all in the same incredibly long, stressful day.

Frank escaped outside through all the doors standing open and hid so we had to go back for him the next day.  When I say we I mean Boots, and he got clawed up one side and down the other for his trouble!

The next day Mayhem and I promptly came down with severe sinus congestion so unpacking was pretty difficult and Halloween was barely thought of since he had a fever for about 12 hours at one point.  The best we could do was cough and sniff while he pranced around in his little costume for a few hours.

Blame it on the dust, hormones, exhaustion, hunger, and being physically uprooted, but I was weepy over everything it seemed.  I fell to pieces seeing pictures of not my house anymore with someone else's things in it.  The way I was crying you'd think we were forced to move and hadn't wanted this to happen!

I was out of my element for a few days with a not yet functioning for me kitchen and being unable to find my dishes much less use them.  The hot water heater takes its job seriously and determined to scald me past the point of being sanitary.  Good thing I was the guinea pig that took the first bath, right?

Things are going well so far though and we are comfortable and happy.  I've got all the boxes unpacked and have been doing lots of organizing so maybe I will share pictures of this place soon.

20 Months of Mayhem

(Not our door, btw.)

(Also not our corner.)

It was raining the day we took these, hence the dreary looking background.  Speaking of backgrounds, we moved!  More about that later, hence my "whatever" slash totally ok with imperfection pictures.  I'm tired, y'all.

Boys are wild!  Or, at least, this one is.  Tuesday night we came home from the store and while I put up the cold groceries he poured out the jug of laundry soap on the brand new carpet in our apartment.  After several hours of time spent with the carpet cleaner his near-perfect imitation of my "Oh, nooooo!" was hilarious.  Days later Boots and I are still laughing about it.

His vocabulary has exploded in a sputtery, not quite English sort of way.  He's saying so many words now, but they aren't perfect or clear usually.  It's ok though, I'm his mama and I know what he's saying.  "Outtt-side!"  "Nesssss!" for mess (I hear that one a lot.)  "Weeread" when he wants to read.  "Momo" for more.  "Spay" for spray.  "Wawa" for water.  "Jooooo" for juice.  He starts hooting Ah-ah-AH-AH! at me when he wants up or out.  The answer to every question is "unh-uh."  I try to be sure and pronounce things correctly so hopefully he won't speak this way forever.  But it's pretty cute right now.

He's still obsessed with trucks and asks, "What's that?" to things I have no clue what they are sometimes.  Road equipment and stuff like that.

Climbing on top of everything...

Since we've moved it seems like I have become more his number one person than ever almost.  Mama mama mamamama!  No one else will do!  Especially at 5:30 in the morning when I'm trying to have my few minutes of alone time.  Thank you, daylight savings time!

He is sleeping well though, and still eating everything in sight.  Besides a little sinus cold things have been pretty good in the Mayhem department.

(His daddy wants you to know that he hates those jeans Mayhem is wearing.  I thought they were cute.)

Remembering

This time of year (Halloween through first week of November) makes me think back on the brief history of Boots and me.

2007- November-- we were at a U.S. Band concert at the college I went to (he and a friend crashed) and after talking about it we have decided we probably stood right next to each other-- this was before we met.

2008- Halloween-- the first time I ever laid eyes on him, but we were both distracted by other people at the party.

2009- November 4th-- We had been dating a few months at this point and went to a Sister Hazel concert.  He told me he loved me for the first time at the Mexican restaurant.

2010-2014--- married.  The End!  Just kidding!  But seriously, we've settled down and haven't been that exciting.  Maybe next year we could do something different and record-worthy.