truly the worst time of the year

i have a confession to make. I don't like the fourth of july. Actually it would be more fair to say I hate this holiday. Not only is it hot and hard to sleep, especially while being pregnant, but oh so many lovely neighbors insist on lighting off fireworks for the week before and several weeks after the actual blessed event. I am not interested in hearing your irritating fireworks at all hours of the night and if you wake my daughter who has not been sleeping well since we moved, I just might go insane and come to find whoever you are. I will come prepared with a bucket and my hose. All of those preciously annoying fireworks shall get doused in water. Ha! try lighting them after that.

I apologize to all those who enjoy this holiday, especially my family and children. But the fourth of july and halloween just don't do it for me.

Bics

My daughter has a new food obsession. She loves bics. (For those of you who don't speak fluent hannah bics=chips).

I like chips. I am not at all oppossed to them. The problem is that Hannah only has 2 teeth. This would be fine if they were opposite each other in her mouth but they are not. They are in fact both on the bottom. After allowing her to eat a few she scared me and choked. I here her little tiny voice carrying around a bag of chips and proclaiming, "Pease" (pease=please) over and over again. It really is a sad sight.

If you're happy and you know it...

clap your hands.

if you're happy and you know it...

say HOORAY!

Feeling a little homeless

We have been homeless for two weeks, well not exactly homeless. We still have our wonderful townhouse. We are in need of a church home though. You know that saying you don't know what you had until it was gone, or something like that. Well I had no idea that I felt so comfortable at my church home until it was not my home anymore. We were a part of a community in more ways than I knew. I did not think that I was the most plugged in at PUMP church but it was a bigger part of my life than I realized and now I fell homeless.

Last week we went to the church that is several blocks from our new home and yesterday we went to East County. There is nothing wrong with either of these churchs, they just weren't home. I miss the singing, the clapping, the preaching, knowing the people there and dare I say the tight quarters. I had a hard time being in a super huge complex. I also realized that at PUMP the children may not behave all the time but they are a part of the worship. Many of the times that the children speak out it is in response to the worship. I felt like we were trying to busy our kids with quiet activities rather than worship with them. As I looked around at other families it looked much the same. The children didn't even have any idea when we were praying.

I know that we will not find a church home that is exactly like the one we left. That is not our expectation. But I am coming to see what it was that I loved about my former church home. I hope that we can find a place that we can come to love as our church home as much as the one we are several hours away from. And I hope we do it soon.

connected again

Well we moved and had to wait nearly a week to get the internet service started. I had no idea how much I used the internet until I couldn't. I really missed mapquest because I have no idea where anything is. When you talk to people on the phone they tell you an address but guess what... I still have no idea!! I took the long way to some places. I have figured out the main roads out of our neighborhood.

Our neighbors moved out today. It is very quiet now. They had three kids, two girls and a boy. Hannah loved the kids. But they also had a dog. Andrew was playing in the grass on our side of the complex and stepped in their dogs poo. Yesterday when we were all outside they had their garage door open.I was chasing Hannah around and walked near their garage. I suddenly got a huge whiff of dog crap. It was all over their garage. It looked as if it had been stepped on many times. Now I don't have a dog. For many reasons, but among them is the fact that I do not wish to shovel poop. If you have a dog there is no option. You must clean up after it. You chose the dog so you chose to clean up poop. I will not miss that dog.

We are settling in. I have unpacked the kitchen, and all the downstairs boxes accept three. The boys have yet to help me unpack their room and I flatly refuse to do it myself. I don't really care to play with their toys, so if they want to they gotta pitch in and help. Hannah's room is mostly unpacked and adam and my room is a huge disaster! Seems like I just keep dumping stuff in their. Eventually I'll get things put away.

I am shocked at all the details that have to be taken care of when you move. It is so overwhelming. I can't wait for all that to be over. I am glad we aren't planning on moving again until we buy a place.