The four days before the moving truck came were full of good and not so good things.
A bad thing was having to sleep on cots and the floor.
This ol' body doesn't like that so much.
But without any tv or electronics, we spent a lot of time talking and exploring our surroundings.
The backside of our property is marked by a creek and it was so neat to see the kids running - really stretching out and running - over the vast expanse of grass.
The nerve endings that had been rubbed raw by the intensity and stress of packing and moving began to heal amidst all the green. Even the pool was green. (That has since been remedied.)
Walking home from the bus stop all together is a highlight of my day.
Taffy and I both got ticks - yeehaw.
We're surprised Taffy hasn't gotten more.
That kid was born to be outdoors. The first morning we were here, all the other kids were still asleep when Taffy was out and about catching frogs and tromping through the yard.
The evenings have been beautiful and without other distractions available, the kids played together.
Every night around 8:30, the frogs come out.
We have a bucket designated for frog catching, and releasing them by having races is turning into a fun tradition.
(Notice Taffy's cute galoshes - we all got some - it's wet and grassy and buggy here.)
One afternoon, Taffy came up to me with something in her hand.
She was looking at it adoringly.
It was a worm.
Guess you don't see those much in Vegas.
The day the moving van came, we got a mower from the previous owner's of the house.
It's Caden's new favorite activity - and mowing the whole lawn takes about 3 hours.
As soon as the pool was blue again, it has been very enjoyable. . .
. . . and before our kitchen became functional, we shopped around for a midwest substitute for Cafe Rio and In 'N Out. We haven't found any, but Penn Station is under consideration.
(KD pulled Sarah down onto her lap and wouldn't let her get back up).
