This house. Specifically. It kind of happened rather fast. We were not moving until next year. Then we decided to test the waters and ask a realtor what we should be doing to get ready for that. And here we are, a month later, moving. Whoopsie daisy. Anyhow, it may be crazy but we feel good about it. This little number is in Traverse Mountain in Lehi. It has, among other wonderful features, a room for Ethan to scream in, a room for Madeline to scream in, a yard for Spencer to fall down in, a big room for Jessie to hold sibling reunions, and a garage for me to park in. Kimberly has no valid reason to move to this house.
We are super excited about all the upcoming changes, but life has taken on a new brand of crazy in the wake of Hurricane Big Move. We have a lot of boxes around. Madeline gets mad whenever we pack up anything she didn't give us permission to pack. Spencer likes to climb on all the piles of boxes, some of them at pretty awesome heights now. Ethan is just learning to crawl, because he has impeccable timing. On the bright side, he's happier now that he can go places. On the not so bright side, it's an awesome time to have random stuff all over the floor and in half packed boxes for his exploration and delight. Kimberly is just excited it will be summer and Madeline will be home and she will get her own room from which to send forth her edicts on exactly how we should live our lives.
Anyway, that's what's going down. Forgive us if we don't make radio contact for a while. Once we hit shore and the dust settles we'll let you know if we all made it alive and if we have alienated all our new neighbors with our winning ways. Ciao.
