whatta week
For the past couple of weeks it's just been non-stop. Graduations, graduation parties, resulting farewell parties, and ensuing moving parties, throw in Memorial Day you got yourself a recipe for non-stop fun--and a tired family. Ellis does great, but I can tell all the excitement is starting to wear on him. He's more fussy, more clingy at home. Thank goodness we have a couple of quiet days now. Can I think of anything going on next week? not really. But middle of June things will start picking up again.
Yesterday we helped our friends pack up their moving truck. I mostly stayed in back and herded kids. At one point there were ELEVEN kids in the backyard: age 6 or so and under. Ellis got to play with his buddy J one last time. They like to give each other hugs. TOO CUTE! We're going to miss J and all his signing goodness. I swear, those boys need about two signs to play happily together: car and train.
And I'll miss Jonesey. A real kindred spirit. I looked at the clock around late morning and thought, well, the Js are probably half way there. Bye, friends!
I've been really blessed to have such great friends up here. And even though this is a transient time for some, I look forward to the continued joy of our friendships here and there. (thank goodness for blogs! dudes, keep updating!)
Yesterday as we sat around eating Moving Day Pizza for lunch, I reminisced about a Wednesday after Memorial Day two years ago, when we pulled out of New Orleans, and how I bent down taping boxes with my huge pregnant belly. That has got to have been the worst day of my life. I rarely have been as miserable as I was trying to move when I was SO pregnant. So much has happened between now and then.
So here we are now, a hot afternoon on the last day of May. Chillin' on the couch, staying quiet for the day. I'll get some more sewing done later (pics soon); maybe we'll watch a movie; race a few matchbox cars across the floor; eat leftovers for dinner. Sounds good to me.