Exhaustion and Thank You's.

I'm suffering from exhaustion. Exhaustion accompanied by toomanyboxestounpack-itis and toomanykidstogetanythingdone-aphobia. Despite these ailments, I wanted to do a quick post to say we are in our house. It's so awesome, and I'm completely in love with it. Not to mention SO grateful to have been blessed with it. Speaking of blessings, Matt and I have the most incredible friends and family EVER. We had a houseful of people show up to help us move and a ton more call and ask if there was anything they could do. I've had people come get my kids all week (you're the best, Sarah, Erin, and Sara) and people bringing food (Gigi, G-Pops, April, Steve, Robyn) and people painting (Gigi and Zach). And let's not forget the muscle men who braved the monsoon to get all my 'stuff' in the new house (AJ, Ross, Corey, Steve, Wade, Zach, Blake, Tyler, Ryan). (Oh, and Courtney, Ethan, and Annie who dropped by just to bring us a little housewarming gift. So sweet. AND a big shout out to Robyn, Claire, Erin, and Sara who sacrificed their husband and braved extra hours alone with their children while they helped us out. That's huge.) I hope we can return the favor to all of you very soon. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Please know that Matt and I were overwhelmed and so very grateful. You rock.

Pictures to come....

Break

If you can't tell, I always have a camera somewhere close. Today we are packing again, and I've had a few photo opportunities that I had to take advantage of. If you studied with me in college, you would know that anytime I seriously write or study, I have to wear a do-rag. Yes, I'm well aware how ridiculous it is. In school we would say we were "keeping the brain cells in" and "distractions out." (Even more ridiculous.) Anyway, that ritual has extended into anytime I do anything "projecty" or somewhat "strenuous" indoors, of course, (ie paint or PACK MY ENTIRE HOUSE) I always tie one on. Again, stupid, I know. But today when I put one on, the whole family wanted to join in. I didn't get a shot of Drusy (who ran and hid) but I got Photo Queen Belle and the Jebster. It was a nice break for me. Short-lived, but nice. Back to packing...

Packing Stinks

End of packing, Day One. We're exhausted but progress was made. Here's a quick look.

View of half of our garage. Other half looks worse.

Instrument of Satan. Evil, evil contraption!!!!

A very, very tired husband

Who needs a sitter?

I was worried about packing an entire house with three kids. I shouldn't have been. Who needs a sitter when you've got boxes?

Heart Kitty Blasty

This, Everyone, is Heart Kitty Blasty. My girls always seem to come up with extremely unique names for their dolls, stuffed animals, etc.. In particular, Estella Dru has had some interesting ones lately. The most recent is Heart Kitty Blasty who was purchased for her by her sweet daddy in Florida. Now... Drusy has difficulty pronouncing certain sounds associated with letters. For instance, her k's and c's sound like t's, and she can't make the 'r' sound yet. So, when she goes through the house calling for "Heart Kitty" it sounds as though she is yelling "Hot" (Heart with no 'r') and instead of Kitty, remember she uses the 't' sound for her 'k's'. That's right. You should also know she takes him most places we go and introduces him to strangers. It's a miracle of God that no one has turned me in to the Department of Human Services. (It should be noted, that since last week's Pizza Hut incident, I have successfully remembered to exit the car with all my children in tow. Back off, DHS!)

Sight for Sore Eyes

Today

Today was a good day. A very typical Slaughterhouse day. We were so glad just to be chilling at home, although, I definitely don't need to be "chilling" with our moving date just a week away. (Yea, God!) But here's a little re-cap of some of my day's activities. (I know you're waiting with bated breath.)

Managed to get all these dishes into dishwasher. (And for those of you who really know me, that in itself is monumental.)

Everything, that is, except for this sippy cup lip who has now been laid to rest in the trashcan. Yep. That's mold.

Made a healthy lunch for my girls. This is Belle eating cheese puffs and ketchup. (...and all the mothers just gasped. They had peanut butter sandwiches and apples, too! And no she isn't naked. She's wearing shorts. My kids are sort of anti-clothes in the summer.)

Almost had a heart attack when I rounded the corner and saw this in the floor. I literally had to catch my breath. Even after I realized it was just a doll, it still freaked me out. Maybe it was the bunny.

And finally... when Matt got home we ate dinner and went to Braum's for dessert. 'Stella insisted on wearing her flower girl halo inside. It was a good day.