I like to move it?

So.....we moved. Yes after months of planning on moving and slowly packing we moved to Sacramento. We got back from Utah last Saturday night, went to church Sunday, and then Monday morning Chad decided we should move on Tuesday. I thought he was kidding until he called and arranged for some of the laborers at Pacific West to show up at 7 AM with two trucks and two trailers. Needless to say we stayed up late and woke up early to finish all the last minute junk packing. But we're here and all I have left to unpack are a couple of suitcases with my clothes. It was like ripping a band-aid off. Quick and painful. But its over. . . for now. We're still in touch with one company with a job in Denver. Ahh the joys of being nomadic! Hope you all have a Happy New Year! I know ours definitely brought some changes already!

Broken arms

This is a lovely picture of my sister Carlee and Mooch. Carlee broke her wrist the day before Thanksgiving four-wheeling. Lucky her, she gets to be in it for 8 weeks because of where it is broken. So she and Mooch were twinners for Christmas. Don't those little gimps just look so happy to be together!?!

We have another appointment with the Orthopedic Dr. tomorrow so we'll see how much longer Jack needs to be in the cast. Hopefully its only for a week or so!

Poor Mooch

Today is a sad little day and having this happen just added so much more to my growing pile of stress. Poor, poor, Mooch. Cowboy pushed him while I was out of the room. He was crying a bit more than usual for having just fallen over. I calmed him down after 3 or so minutes and got him to fall asleep. I chalked the excessive (for Mooch) crying to being tired.

Well he woke up 2 hours later from his nap happy as a clam. I put him down on the floor and he was trying to crawl and his right arm kept buckling underneath him. Then he figured out it didn’t hurt if he didn’t use it. After a consultation with Dr. Grandpa over the phone and an effort to fix what we thought was nursemaid’s elbow we finally went to Urgent care. Mooch was a little whiny but wasn’t crying at all through all of this.

We got to Urgent care where they checked him out and did x-rays. When lo and behold he had a buckle fracture in his radius. So he has a little plaster splint until I can get an appointment to get a real cast on. Now, he and his aunt Carlee, who broke her wrist right before Thanksgiving, can have matching casts.

Mooch is being such a trooper and really hasn’t been fussy at all. We’ll see how things go when he figures out he’s going to be uncomfortable for awhile. I really wish it was my arm instead.

They're evolving!

In the film Jurassic Park there is that scene where the kids are in the kitchen in the visitors center and have shut the door behind them because Velociraptors can’t open doors right? Then slowly we see the handle on the door turn . . . well today I had a similar experience.

There I am finishing up getting ready for the day in the bathroom. I had just shut the door on Mooch before he could do his little speed crawl through it. (Mooch isn’t allowed in the bathroom because he thinks the toilet is his own personal water park.) I hear him banging on the door with his little 9 month old hands, so naturally I look over at the door. Then I see it. The door handle is slowly moving down. I’m thinking: "No, he can’t. Can he?" Slowly my surprise turns to fear.  I now know nothing will be safe anymore. Then Mooch pushes the door open with a smile and proceeds to crawl directly to the toilet.

No really its true!

So guess what? With the exception of the blog, I don't have to decorate for Christmas! Woo hoo! Festive I am not and the fact that I really have a good excuse to not decorate this year is sweet! Why am I not festive? Well I really can't answer that question. But the good excuse I have is that we’re moving. No really, we are moving. I’m not just saying we’re moving because we might be moving. I’m not saying we’re moving because I really want to live with my spouse again and am having delusions of grandeur. We are actually moving. We are physically packing our things and moving them from Reno to Sacramento. That is unless Chad miraculously gets another job somewhere else in the next 3 weeks.

We got our little 30 days notice in the mail saying we have to be out of the condo by January 1 - Just ask me how much I love the fact that we pretty much have to move the week before Christmas if we want any help from anyone. We’re moving to another condo with the exact same floor plan just in California. So that might be a little weird for a bit and we’ll see how the kids adjust. But in all honesty what better Christmas present can I get than finally living with Chad again.

So I’m packing, cleaning, and finishing up things for the next three weeks and then we’re out of here! Lets be honest it’s not exactly a huge shocker that we’re moving. I’ve only had like the last 9 months to adjust to the idea that we could move to California.

So if we don’t update a lot its because I’m trying to do something productive like scrub the toilets with a toothbrush, patch the walls up, think about packing my children in a box until this is over, oil the cabinets and stuff like that!

Its too late to what?

Cowboy can be a little obstinate once he makes up his mind, like any mature little 3 year old. Here are just a couple of examples of that.

So whenever we're driving around doing errands I plug my little ipod in and turn on "Apologize" by One republic. I tend to sing out loud when we're in the car and Cowboy joins in whenever he can. Well when we get to the chorus of this song, Cowboy thinks that they're saying, "Its too late to call the giants," rather than "Its too late to apologize." Don't even think about telling him its different. But I can actually see where he's coming from.

Yet another incident where Cowboy just can't be wrong and must always be right. Today we saw a ski tote on top of a SUV and told me it was a boat. There are in fact quite a few kayaks and ski totes around here being so close to Lake Tahoe.

This is pretty much how the conversation went.

Cowboy: Mommy look a boat on top of the car.

Me: No. That's for skis.

Cowboy: No its a boat

Me: That isn't a boat it to put skis in.

(This goes on for awhile and you get the idea)

Finally Cowboy gave up and said, "Okay mommy its for skis. Pretend its a boat."

I don't know that I really won that argument.

Mondays are stinky!

I hate Mondays, I really really really hate Mondays. I hate waking up to an empty bed and knowing I'm going to have to do it 5 more times before I get to see him again. Really its only the 47th Monday I've had to do it give or take a few. OK I'm done whining now.

One more week until Thanksgiving break. Chad and I decided to just hang around here for the Holidays. Mostly I’m just being selfish and don’t want to spend the break driving to and from somewhere only to not hang out with each other once we get there. We’ll also be here for Christmas.
We’re still looking for jobs. Chad is still employed but we're looking elsewhere since the housing market is so stinky and Pacific West, a residential construction company, isn't looking so great. It’s so much fun spending my kid free moments staring at a computer screen typing in the same info over and over again. We’ve gotten to the point where we’re applying to jobs anywhere, including Canada -although that one was kind of an accident but the job pays well so we’ll see.