Jeremy's family has come and gone. What a flurry of unwrapping we did during our early Christmas celebration! I'm still finding homes for all the new toys and games. Mercy decided to help me out by secretly storing the marbles for the new Hungry Hippos game from Poppaw and Nonna in my snow boots. After a few days of searching, I finally found the marbles when I tried to walk out the door in my boots. Today, I found a handful of beans from Don't Spill The Beans in my boot, and at Walmart, I discovered a stray plastic jewel when it shifted positions and attacked my foot in the middle of the store. I must have looked awfully funny hopping on one foot and shouting "Ah! Ah!" at Walmart. At least my daughters thought I did.

You know me. I'll do anything to add joy.

We're still struggling with the furnace in our new house. Apparently, our automatic thermostat is smarter than we are, and it believes we're looking for air conditioning during the cold winter months. We've had to resort to putting a tiny heater in the girls' room, while Jeremy and I survive under our arctic blanket via body heat. Someday, I'll find that special spot where I stored all of the instruction manuals for the appliances in the new house. (Mercy's probably hidden it in my snow boots.)

Last week, I sliced my left index knuckle so deeply that I could see my own tendon. (I suppose that's better than being able to see someone else's tendon in my finger, huh?) The girls were napping, so I went to my neighbor's house for help. She let me drip blood all the way to her kitchen sink, and she doctored me up. Then she offered to watch my daughters for me while I went to the ER for stitches. It's wonderful to have great neighbors! Four different families have stopped by to welcome us to the neighborhood and to chat with us since we've moved. I love it here!

The only thing that could make it better would be to find the perfect curtains for my gorgeous new bedroom.

I know I promised you another installment in my marriage certificate/driver's license story, but I'm not in story-telling mode right now. I'm in get-the-house-organized-and-all-boxes-unpacked mode. But some day, the muse will return.

It's probably still packed in a box and haphazardly stacked in the basement.
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  1. Tiffany Says:

    Ouch! I hope your hand heals nicely.


  2. Suanna Says:

    I'm glad you had a neighbor willing to help you out. It sounds like the girls have had a great time with their early Christmas presents. In our home we have a special shelf for the kids games and they are only allowed to play them with permission. Then they are only supposed to have one out at a time, sometimes 2 as their are 3 kids trying to get along. We like to play games.


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