wassup spidey?

Happy 8 months li'l man!

It's hard to believe we are cruising at warp speed toward one year with you. You are such a joy! Your big brothers and sister love you so much, and it's so sweet to see the way you light up when they come in the room or talk to you.

Mommy and Daddy think you are the cutest, sweetest, and the most intelligent by far, eight month old we hang out with. Thank you for making our days brighter, more fun, and infinitely more meaningful just because you grace us with your presence.

And sorry about the prunes, little buddy. Somebody said it would help.

On the Road Again

I feel the need to sing this loud and proud as we embark on yet another move. In less than a year. During the Christmas season. To another fixer-upper lovely brick home loaded with potential. On Possum Hollow Lane. In Mississippi. Can you really get more redneck rural than that??? At least I'm not pregnant this time, but I'm cranky nonetheless.

You see, in nearly 15 years of marriage, we have moved...let me see...how many times? These timelines are approximate. Not exact. But close enough. Get off me, ok? I think a have a mental block when I try too hard to remember.

* out of our 900 sq ft dump honeymoon haven which we lived in for a couple of years, to the first home we purchased (while pregnant)

* 3 years later to an apartment...after being struck by a tornado (pregnant again)

* 3 months later back to the repaired house (still pregnant)

* 1 year later, out of state

* 2 years later, out of state again

* 3 years later we moved our stuff 5 times (mini-moves) until our money-pit fixer-upper was ready to inhabit. (preggers again? yep, soon)

* 2 years later, we evacuated (moved) out of state with a 2 month old for that little storm, Hurricane Katrina (Our second natural disaster, third if you count the blizzard. In March. In the South. The day we were married.) It should have been a beacon, a herald, a harbinger of things to come. *sniff sniff* But I digress.

* 3 months later, another move in state

* 11 months later, out of state and knocked-up pregnant again

* and here we are, "On the Road Again"

Counting this move, we will now have a grand total of 14 moves. That is insane. Do you hear me? You would think I would be good at it by now. I'm not. I hate packing. And worse, I hate unpacking. The best I can hope for is a huge purge of junk perfectly usable, 'donatable' belongings. And for those of you who are wondering, NO! I AM NOT PREGNANT! That is so not funny. Did I mention I hate moving?

I know I am not in control here, but I am not kidding about this. As far as it is up to me and barring another tornado, hurricane, volcanic eruption, earthquake, ozone evaporation, nuclear meltdown, apocalypse and rapture, I AM NOT MOVING AGAIN. I plan to raise my ungrateful urchins precious children here. Our family can come visit. One day, our grandchildren can come visit their favorite grandparents us here. I plan to rot grow old here. You will find my cold, dead body on Possum Hollow Lane.

Aw man! That sounds about right awful. I don't want my obituary to say Possum Hollow. We may have to move just one more time. I don't want to die there.

The Earth Still Spins...We were NOT flung off!

For those of you who check the blog regularly, I'd just like to say 'sorry.' We are all still alive and well, doing our thing and relatively sane, considering. There are posts to come that will catch you up on the past month, but until then...we've:

had the crud, homeschooled, kept the crud, lived life, passed around the crud, traveled, finally gotten rid of the crud, been to the pediatrician, the dentist, the rheumatologist, the appraiser, and various other individuals to make sizable donations to support their families and further their cause, started guitar lessons for Ryan, continued gymnastics for Emily, begun Mother's Day out for Wyatt, taken an unexpected trip to TN, come back to LA, gone to MS for Jay to preach and me to sing, come back to LA, had good friends come by for a visit and then met them in AL for a couple of (much-needed) days at the beach, come back to LA, been back to MS to lead worship at a women's retreat while Jay stayed with the kids (that was a too short/too long weekend depending on who you ask), back to LA, more homeschooling, made an offer on a house and a game-plan to fix-up said house, are currently nursing a sick guinea pig...and basically just living life as we know it.

Hang on, avid Team Victory readers. Better posts to come.