Despite the fact that I'm doing such a poor job documenting it, there's actually a lot going on here.
|cuddling…in the dining room. We had to put the Christmas tree somewhere!|
|Watching Jayhawk basketball. Please note that Wyatt HAD to wear his jersey and shorts despite frigid temps outdoors.|
|Christmas #1 with the Grandparents Rock|
|look out world, someone gets it and loves to tear into presents!|
|cuddle time with Grandma|
|ahh, the cookie-making extravaganza|
|Natalie with her random shapes and green sprinkles|
|careful application of sprinkles|
|annnnnd more green sprinkles for Natalie|
|two thumbs up for cookies|
|Millie isn't fond of snow. Too bad we're moving to Kansas. |
|Me and my snowbabies. I love our snowman's pine mohawk!|
In between all this fun, we've attended a couple of Christmas parties both of which also served as a farewell for us. It's always hard to move, no matter how many times we do it. Lucky for me, my friends planned a little girls' night out last night, so I got to say one more goodbye in a less formal setting. After we'd been here for a while, I remember telling Jeff that this might be an assignment where I didn't make any lifelong friends. Silly me! I just had to be a little more patient. I'm leaving behind such a fabulous group of women. Even luckier for me, I know we'll cross paths with so many of them again, so I'm just going to focus on that.
Slowly but surely, we're checking off items from the to-do list just slightly faster than we're adding new tasks. We hit a slight glitch last Friday when a washer hose became unattached during the spin cycle - it's unfortunate our washer's on the second floor - and, despite a flawlessly installed washer pan, gallons of water came rushing through our kitchen light. Yeah, that was awesome. Wyatt had a friend here and they both thought it was very exciting. Wyatt just kept saying, "this is not good, this is just not good." Uh, yeah, no kidding it was not good. But, as there's always a silver lining, Jeff managed not to kill me for being foul about it and I managed not to kill him for being so freaked out at all the water that he didn't think to turn off the washer. More importantly, we were here and minimized the damage. One new light fixture later and we're good to go. And have I ever told you how handy we've found our box of Shamwows to be? Really, really handy.
The kitchen, living room, dining room, family room, office and Natalie's room are mostly packed. A friend came over yesterday and informed me it didn't look like we were moving, which I suppose is true. We have our Christmas tree up and the mantel decorated, but if you were to open cabinets in the kitchen or look in our furniture where we usually stash stuff, you'd find it bare. The boxes are starting to pile up in the garage and throughout the house, so I think we're making process. So far, I don't find the packing-ourselves portion of this DITY move to be overwhelming. Wyatt has helped pack books and toys; Natalie has learned to cover her ears when she sees the tape gun and announce that it's loud. Jeff, of course, finds this to be the best time to paint the garage (no, seriously) and wants to paint the interior of our closet as soon as we pack all the clothes. Needless to say, we have really different opinions of the hierarchy of needs here. Between the two of us, the house should be in good shape when we turn it over to our renters next week.
We've promised ourselves no work on Christmas day so that we can fully enjoy it. I sure hope Santa comes through and that, in the midst of all this chaos, we take a little time to remember the true reason for the season. In case I don't make it back here in the next few days, Merry Christmas!