On the road again again

It is no secret. We are packing up the crew and moving...again. If this is news to you and you care, accept apologies. This is not the forum by which we want to tell anyone. If this is news to you and you care, take a moment. See if you can find Noah hiding behind a lamp post in this picture.




This isn't meant to be a post about all the challenges and emotions about moving, BUT I do have some adorable pictures from Mystic River Park, where Santa arrived this weekend.





The squishy stuff will come later. The point here is that we are moving. We are packing the house, cleaning corners, purging crap, tightening screws, sprucing up 2 years of wear and tear. I really have no intention of painting or doing anything terribly drastic. Packing and moving a family of five is drastic enough.

My sweet boys were resting one afternoon during our weekend of snuggly, family goodness. I was still not quite ready to dive into packing. I turned on The Princess Bride for the first time in years. Well into the movie, I heard the water running upstairs. And running. And running. I called up to see what was happening. Noah replied that he was just washing his face because while he was resting something red just appeared on his face.

WHAT THE HELL?!?!?

Word to the wise, always know where your markers are.

PERMANENT!!!!!!!

And what, you ask, have this to do with moving? He took the same marker to his entire wall......