Sunday, August 29, 2010

An aerial view of half the backyard. :)


Fun with the gratuitous amount of packing paper
& first day of boxes (thank goodness we are 75% done!)






Emma defending the nest. (VB Aquarium Trails)



This is their first reaction to the new house


Monday, August 23, 2010

All Moved

We are all moved and tucked into Virginia Beach, VA.
Yay? Not so much. Yay that the move is over...definitely. Not so much because the weather here is insanely hot and can only be described as the 7th circle of hell. Not so much because the kids really really miss home. Emma keeps asking if we can "Go to Grandmas?" or "Go lunch with Ms. Lisa?" Wyatt every few days right before bed will do big ole' tears along with "I miss all my friends soooo much. I miss everything about Racine..." and so on and so on. So we have taken up with calling people right before bed on those nights and Wyatt chats and chats.....and chats....and chats.....and chats......
Its a work in progress here. We'll get the hang of it.

The house. The house is great. Really great. More modern than I'm used to from my Racine cottage. The backyard is HUUUUUUUGE. The kids LOVE it. The whole thing is carpeted...which I can now safely say that when we purchase our forever home it WILL NOT have carpet.

Our neighbors are....I dont know yet. We had GREAT neighbors in San Diego and even greater neighbors in Racine.  Apparently on this cul-de-sac street parking in front of your house is crucial and you will be strung up in a tree and prodded with red hot pokers if you park in front of someone elses house. WHICH...is hard considering 2 of the houses on this street have 5 cars each. So...people are parking front end to curb (not alongside) and double parking. Its so weird and looks tacky as hell. So yeah...Its going to be an adjustment.

Wyatt is all registered for school. He is fairly excited for 1st grade although "skeptical" describes him more. His school is ginormous. 900 kids in one elementary school. His class size though...is 2 to 15. Isnt that crazy? Such a small class. Its nice. There are 9 1st grade rooms. yowza. We'll give it a year.

Still don't have our "doctor placement" yet. We are so close to Military Treatment Facilities that we are supposed to go there rather than civilian docs. Which means our insurance picks who we see. Which means...we still don't have doctors. Which means...Emma still has sleep apnea and still has trouble spitting out sentences. Shes tries so hard though. Her vocab is great, but you can see that she struggles to spit out words. She swallows every 3 words. Poor girl. I hope Tricare pulls their heads our their asses soon so I can get my daughter in surgery. By all means, take your bleedin time.

Randy's schedule sucks. Every 5 days he has duty ... which means he doesn't come home that night. His ship is in and out and will be gone completely for the month of October. That should be a nice surprise for the kids. Cross that big ass freakin bridge when we get to it.

I tried signing up with a few mommy groups. Waa waa waa waaaaaaa. I got stood up twice. That was unpleasant. I've met with 2 more groups since then. I'll try to give it a few more shots before I throw in the towel. The problem, I think, is that I had such a well organized and familiar group back home. I never felt out of place there, I knew everyone, we knew their kids. I now have a profound respect for people that enter into a new mommy club and don't know a soul. It's hard to crack that nut. I didn't realize just how hard it is to get accepted into a new group. I've been in one so long that Id forgotten.

Anywho. We are not all unpacked yet. Its a work in progress. With the absence of a basement, Its making things tricky.

I'm off for now...someone is coming over to take all the empty boxes. kids will be sad...boxes made a good fort and all the packing paper was fun to throw around.

I'll upload the pictures when Randy gets home tomorrow night. They are all on his computer. bleh.

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Im the mother of a 7 yr. old and a 10 year old. Married for 100 years to a sailor. Formally a criminal justice student that got lots of sleep and laid on a bed not covered in goldfish crackers.