Ramdom

My randomnest post... or is it my most ramdom post? Or is it that I am getting punchy, losing orbit, losing my mind?!

The best part about packing? Rediscovering treasures like Alex's sketch of a real life battering ram. It was on one of our really great road trips, when the boys sing to me and we make all kinds of wild plans and dream-up fantastic notions, that the drawing was started. On this particular trip, when Maria was two years old, and I decided to take the children all the way to Oregon, Alex was full of history facts and trivia. We become totally amused with our vision of what a ship's battering ram might look like if the crew employed an actual ram. I knew Alex could take the ridiculous concept from idea to paper... and he did.


I so completely relate to this poor guy. Just look at his worried-wooly face. He knows trouble when he sees it! Tied to the last days at Garage Mahal, and heading straight for more heavy lifting... that's me.

Life is Good
1. The move is not done.
2. I know. We are doing the best we can.
3. Maria, Max and Natalie have been really, really sick.
4. No fair. Right?
5. Life goes on, and it really is good.
6. If I resist the urge to ramble on, if I do not elaborate about how we have passed the last week, I may actually have time to publish a peek at the good life we have been enjoying...


Nothing makes our new home better than having visitors to share it with. So when Dominic and Marissa brought their mommy and daddy to hang out, we could not have been happier. Life is good.


Betty could not have been happier, and not just because Alison hugged her and Marissa fed her pumpkin bread... Life is good.


Brilliant cousin Julie actually got a lot of us to meet at the park. Quite a feat, and quite fun.


Marissa Rose... I am sighing. She is adorable and she is my brother's baby, which is just so sweet and strange and wonderful, because... because my brother is sweet and wonderful and strange... ? Okay. Yeah. He's hilarious and strange. I don't know what I am saying. I just love that they came to see us. I wish we lived closer, so I could harass him more regularly.


She did let me hold her once. Briefly. Sigh.

Do you know how hard it is to not write long, rambling notes on my deep thoughts and profound musings? To not go on and on about how much I miss my brothers and their beautiful families, and big gatherings and hanging out... if I were not pressed for time this would be a wordy, wordy post.

What time is it anyway?
GAH!
Mercy.
Help!
Must be somewhere else, doing other things. Right now!
Life is cRazY. But I tell ya, it's good too.