Maybe it's because I've called to cancel our internet/phone, electricity, water, home owners insurance, etc.
Maybe it's because we took our last trip to SeaWorld as residents living only 6 minutes away (now that's a REALLY sad thought).
Maybe it's because I've been collecting a billion boxes and tips for packing from friends and neighbors.
Maybe it's because I've taken stock of the contents left in our freezer and figuring out how to eek out dinners without running to the grocery store (the recommended 3 months minimum of food storage our church recommends having on hand, we totally had! who knew?!)
Maybe it's because we took a trip downtown to the Riverwalk and acted like tourists, bought San Antonio t-shirts, and did the boat tour.
And, maybe it's because the movers are coming to load us up on the 13th.
Yeah, I think the last one is the kicker. I think THAT is the reason I'm coming to grips. Ready or not, they're coming to take me away ("haa haa, hee hee, ho ho, to the funny farm..." do you hate that song as much as I do?).
So, I've decided packing is good and bad. Good, because it forces you to go through things that you've been avoiding---or in my case, transferring from one pile (rubbermaid bin) to the next. It's one of my best talents that my mother loathes. (love you, mom---and remember, you still love me.) Call me crazy, but it's kind of fun discovering little papers we wrote our "Goals" on a few years ago. It's fun to go through printed photos and file folders that represent certain chapters in our lives. It kind of reminds me of this post I did a few years ago.
The part that isn't so good or fun---finding random Target, Costco, Walmart receipts from 2008. Were they important purchases? No. Seriously, I found a HUGE stack of dorky receipts I'd kept. So weird. Another part that is not so fun is convincing 3.5 year old Tillie and 20 month old Calvin to stay away from my boxes. They love to help and enjoy seeing all the crazy things I'm pulling out from under our bathroom sinks. But let's be honest, Cal playing with toilet bowl cleaner isn't the best of ideas.
I've decided this is a really boring post. I'm even bored typing it, you must be REALLY bored reading it. But, honestly, this is better than packing up my bulk shampoo and conditioner---I really hate having to squeeze & twist down the top to seal it up. Such a waste. And, I hope that darn pump doesn't come untwisted in the move and coat the rest of the box in conditioner. And, while we're on the topic of bulk bathroom products, why on earth was I convinced that I needed to buy 4 gallons worth of hand soap from Costco? I'm so sick of using that soap, it's killing me. Yet, I'm packing the remaining gallon to McKinney to use it there. Perfect. Can't wait.
See? Boring topic. But, hello, this is what I've been doing for the last few days. Boring. Melissa.
Let's reward everyone for making it through tonight's post. Let's post some pictures.
First off, let's take a look at our last big hurrah downtown at the Riverwalk:
|Aaron's tall, but not tall enough to put Calvin with the stone men above. I advised him to put Cal back down to a safe level---and STAT!|
|ahh, much better.|
|hanging out on the river.|
|super sweaty, sorry. but that glass sculpture is so cool!|
|Yes, both children would have jumped into the water, had we let them.|
|and another "Very cute"|
|Sorry children that you inherited your mother's RED HOT FACE if you are even remotely warm. I apologize. Really, I do. It was approx 104 degrees this day, if you must know. Thank you, Texas.|
|love that they scalloped the ivy. So cool. It's all about the details, people.|
|We went to a super lovely restaurant for lunch. Aaron had heard from a friend at work that this place was a favorite. We thought we'd give it a try. Let me just say this---not really kid friendly (really? Tillie didn't like the heart of palm? weird.), but super delicious. We used my birthday money and it was SO good. Aaron and I keep dreaming about the cheese bread that Cal is shown stuffing his face with. I think, if Cal could communicate better, he'd mention that he TOO has been dreaming of it since. Fogo De Chao is the name, in case you were curious. Oh, and found out it's not just a San Antonio restaurant---they have a few places all over---including Dallas. HA! That's funny.|
|Taunting poor pigeons with Cheerios. Lovely.|
This is Cal trying to sleep in the car. I wanted to record the memory of his bright red and tired face. He was SUPER sleepy, but when he saw I was taking a picture, he flashed this smile. This kid kills me.
::: In other news, (wow, this post is suddenly getting less and less boring!!) I don't think I ever mentioned that the house we were building SOLD just days after it went back on the market. And, funny story, the new home owners hated the tiled floor, the glass tile backsplash, and the granite countertops we chose. So, they replaced them ALL! Amazing!?! I know! You wanna see? Of course you do. Here's what we saw:
|landscaped front yard.|
|added wood flooring in the master bedroom and master closet (of all places). kind of funny. sorry for the blurry pic.|
|new tile work in the master bath.|
|Not jiving on the combo with the mini tiles...|
Crazy, right? I wonder what it cost for them to make all those changes? Oh well. Not my problem anymore. I'm surprised at the combinations they chose. And, really, I'm not a fan of the granite/backsplash combo in the kitchen, although I'm surprised at how much I liked the brightness of the lighter tile in the main family room area and kitchen. In the end "it's different strokes for different folks," as my mom says.
Honestly, it was kind of nice seeing all the changes, b/c is just solidified the fact that this wasn't our home anymore.
So, all is well.
Oh, and before I sign off, please know that I appreciate all the kind words about the house situation. Honestly, I cried reading them. Oh great, now I'm boring AND lame. Sorry. But, y'all were so nice and made me feel so much better about the quick decision we made. Thank you. Seriously, thank you.
Alright, signing off now.
Or, as we used to say back in the day, "Wellllllp, gotta go work out!"