Building the Bed

Owen and Claire had an extra day with Nana and Grampa today.  I bought carpet, lots of paint and supplies and then got to work.  The nasty 80s floral border came down, and then Owen's room was painted big boy blue.  He came home and got to help Daddy put the bed together.  Using power tools is a great way to make a four year old happy!  I'm just happy to have one room that's mostly done since everything else still needs help.

Blood Drains

I love Owen.  He's so busy thinking and learning these days, but sometimes things get a bit mixed up in the processing.  With skinned knee season in full swing, he's been paying attention to owies and blood and learning about the heart and circulatory system in a very basic way.  It's been weeks since we had our original conversation, but today and he started telling me about how he has blood drains, etc, etc with the most serious tone of voice.  Of course, I don't want to correct him because he's cute this way, but Andrew ever so rudely interrupted and told him they were actually called veins.  Owen's response: "Oh, well I call them blood drains."

Long live childhood and Owen's wonderful imagination!

Hope of America

Bryn participated in Hope of America tonight.  It's been a very cool experience for her.  She's enjoyed learning all the songs and some American history, but I think her favorite part is being part of the spectacle.  The show had about 4000 5th graders from our county singing in the chorus which is shaped like a giant US flag.  Bryn's on the far right at the bottom of the fourth red stripe.

Cleaning, Cleaning, Cleaning

But not here at the new house, just at the old one.  It's kind of crazy to spend so much effort on the old house, but we moved into it super clean and I'm sure the new owners will appreciate it.  Here, we're a giant late night mess, but we'll be done with old and just have the new to concentrate on as of tomorrow.  Thank goodness!

Real Americans

Andrew told me tonight that we're real Americans now. Patriotic spirit?  Nope.  His reason: we have a garage full of crap.  Now you know.

Our "meowie" is also confined to the garage for now.  Claire finds this fascinating.  I even have to sing bedtime songs about garages and meowies lately.  That's definitely pushing my musical limits, so I guess we'll let the cat in the house soon.

Big Yellow Truck

Yesterday was the big moving day, but Owen was gone to Nana and Grampa's so he'd be out of the way.  We kept the truck overnight just so he could see it.  Let me tell you, the thrill level was pretty high.  Owen even got to sit on Daddy's lap and drive the truck in a parking lot.  He thinks he's the only four year who knows how to drive big yellow trucks!  His only complaint was that it went too slow.  I think Daddy had something to do with that one.  The girls were pretty excited, too.  I guess there's something to be said for sitting up on top of the world.

The New House

First night here and not a whole lot of regular life to be had.  Bryn and Ella are sleeping in the living room until the basement gets new carpet.  Hopefully they'll look back on it as an adventure and not just torture.