::signs pt 4::

I'm thinking I'd better post these before we hit the statute of limitations, since they're from our old house!!

I neglected to get a photo of the for sale sign that's on Max's little tykes car. I'm not sure why it's for sale, but it is. Actually I think he means it's more for rent, since he says anybody can use it that needs to.


Here is the elevator button array. I think it's my favorite sign of all.

I kept wondering what the people thought that came through for showings--there were so many signs all over the place!

Here's kind of a mysterious one. It's a paper towel roll that says do not enter. It was quite the process to hang it on the wall. I'm not sure what we're not supposed to enter. It was right next to our bedroom--sorry Max, we do go in there.


Another one I think I missed was the "no smoking" sign on the front door. It's really funny because he drew the cigarette and the smoke but neglected to draw the circle with the slash through it. So really it's a smoking sign. Not exactly what we're going for.

And here's the man himself, hard at work on more signs!

Oh, and in case anybody was worried, he did find a good candidate for an elevator here at the new house. I'm sure it'll all work out.

::creations::

I had to take a picture of a couple of Max's cool creations before we moved. They're school projects. They were much too delicate to make it through the move.

They really remind me of this fabulous bit from the muppet show.
The one on the left really reminds me of the little muppet. Something in the attitude I guess.

Cammon better be reading this--he and I used to reinact this in our room when we were little. It was awesome.

::moving dog::

If you're moving, and you need a moving buddy, don't choose Sultan. He's a bad mover.
As soon as we started packing stuff up he started freaking out.

He's already really sensitive and moody. For some reason he has a phobia of getting ditched. We can't really figure out why since we've never just driven off and left him on the side of the road.
We've left him at my parents house a few times, but he likes it there more than here I think! Same with the kennel. He gets really excited when we take him there.

We've had to put him in his kennel whenever we went someplace without him because otherwise he'd go around eating everything he could find--including halloween candy and gum and anything that even slightly resembled food.
He actually likes the kennel, I think it makes him feel a little more secure. BUT as soon as we started packing and moved the kennel a bit he was totally freaked out.

He could tell something was up. He was hyper and crazy the whole time we were packing loading and moving.
Then when we brought him to the new house he was freaking out of course, and escaped from the backyard to spend the afternoon in the back of my car.

It's getting better now that all our stuff is here and he believes we might stay and aren't just going to leave him here. He's settling in a bit and actually seems to enjoy the yard.
On saturday Max and Kris went to a pet store and got him a huge disgusting bone.
(don't look at the next photo if you're squeamish, it's gross)

He worked on that thing for hours. I think it helped to mellow him out a bit.

All I can say is, next time we move I think he's earned himself a one way ticket to my parents' house to wait it out! Good thing they like him as much as we do!!!

::incipient::

The next door neighbors whom we haven't yet met have a lilac bush in their backyard. Luckily it hangs over our fence. I'm excited. It looks like there will be some gorgeous lovely blossoms. I've never had any lilacs in my yard since I moved out of my parents house.
Anything on my side of the fence is fair game, right?

::we're in::

We're here, at the new house!
All our stuff is here--except one little box of odds and ends and some cleaning supplies. We got the old place almost all cleaned, with help from great friends (thanks Josh and Kristen!!).
We've spent the last two days unpacking and organizing. We're not anywhere near done now, but we're all sleeping in beds, and we've got a kitchen. Also, Kris got all of the extra bookshelves and boxes and junk out of the living room, so it's almost possible to relax in there now.

We've still got our work cut out for us here, it'll take us a while to get organized. And we've still got to totally finish up the old place. It'll be nice to have that done.
It's been a long week, but it feels great to have all that stuff behind us!
We're going to miss the east side, it was a really fun place to live. But there are going to be wonderful things about living here too, and we're excited.

(Max thought this picture of us was so hilarious he couldn't stop laughing for like 20 minutes after he saw it)

Goofball.
He's been really great the last couple of days. We've had a lot of fun.

::grandfather clock::

Ok, so it's not a grandfather clock, obviously. But do you remember that song? "the grandfather clock was too small for the shelf, so it stood 90 years on the floor." I don't remember the middle, but the end is something like "but it stopped, short, never to go again when the old man died."
Sad!
Almost as sad as my story.
We got the above clock for our wedding, and it's accompanied us ever since, and kept time very faithfully in our many different homes.
It died this week. Just quit. And I keep looking up at the shelf to see what time it is, and I miss it!
It makes me think about how long we've been married. Almost eight years! It's not a lot compared to some of you, but it seems like a lot to me. And a lot has happened in the last eight years. It's kind of crazy to think about. I'm sure the next eight will be crazy too!

Still plugging away at the move. If you want our new address email me, or leave me your email in the comments and I'll send it to you!

::finally::

There are a couple of long awaited things happening right now.
The first? Seems spring came along, it's thinks it's here! In fact the weekend was quite warm, and we had a couple of 90 (or near 90) degree days. It's kind of crazy.
We humans aren't the only ones happy to see the sun, that's for sure.


The other thing is moving. Yes, the time has finally come and we are mired down in boxes and mess. Since it's a cross town move we're trying to do it a bit at a time. Painful, yes. But it must be done. We got the keys to our new place saturday and have been taking a car load or two down there every day since. I'll be glad when the week is over and all our stuff is finally there. We're getting a big truck for the furniture on friday and should hopefully have some missionary manpower to help us.
So if you don't hear from me much in the next couple of days that would be why.

I'm going to try to survive it all, wish me luck.
And soon, the big boy will be in a yard that's much more his size. We're all looking forward to that!

::signs pt 3 & me::

So I got a haircut. Kind of a scary one because my hair was pretty long. I ended up cutting off like 10 inches or something.
Summer is coming. My hair drove me nuts all last summer in our lovely un-airconditioned house.
Anyway, the best part of hair is the fact that it grows back, so I'm never too afraid to experiment.

This is styled by the hairdresser--she made it a little poofier than I like, but not too bad now that I look at it.

Later, badly styled by myself--I've gotten better at it since then!

Today. Wavy/curly.

I like it.

Anyway so after I came home with cut hair Max was inspired to open his own hair salon.

So now, the Petco/No Dogs, Hotel that is Max's bedroom is also a hair salon called "Getting the Biggest Hair."
And how would you look after a visit there?
Like this:

He's a cutey!

He's already thinking ahead and opened another Salon just down the street, in the bathroom.
It's called "Getting the Silliest Hair." I'm not sure how that differs from the first one, but he did work on me for a while with a comb. It was pretty fun.

Here's the bonus sign for the night. See the one there on top on the bathroom door? It means no pooping. Makes sense, right? Since it's the bathroom?
Turns out the bathroom in our house and the "hotel" (which is accessed by the elevator/front hallway) don't allow for pooping. The only bathroom that does is the one at my parents house. It's accessed by taking the elevator to the fourth floor.
Just so you all know.

::if::

I'm supposed to be working on my talk for church on sunday right now. So, naturally I'm blogging.

Anyway, a while back Max was given a special bag to bring home from school over the weekend. It had a book, a notebook and a bear in it.
He loved and adored the bear, naturally. (you'd think he didn't have 100,000 stuffed animals of his own)

Kris named the bear Herbert, and Herbert accompanied Max during all activities.

The book was called If.

Max was quite in love with it too. They had read it a couple times at school and he knew it well.
I asked him to find a couple of his favorite pages for us.

They'll give you a good taste for the book.

(If caterpillars were toothpaste) ewwwww.



(If lightening made rhinos)

(if leaves were fish) this one is my personal favorite.

The book ends with the line "If this is the end, go dream up some more."
The notebook was in the bag so that the kids could dream up their own pages. We talked about a lot of different ideas, and somehow it all came down to this one.

I'm not sure it was his best idea, but it was his favorite and that's all that matters.

(If noodles were clouds)

They each got to have the bag one other day, and that time his page ended up saying "If buses were whales." I really liked that one, and liked that Max attempted to draw a whale with a stop sign coming out the side. It was an awesome idea.

I thought this was a fun exercise that got us thinking creatively. I think we might have to get the book.