'Twas the Night Before...

There are no pictures for this post. In fact, I haven't been thinking too much of blogging the last few weeks. Especially the last few days. I had all kind of ideas about my blog posts that I would do for my final days in Utah. Those will have to wait because all I can think of is this will be the last night I spend in my house. Ever.

I'm not going to lie. It's kind of weird.

I love this house. I love that we fell in love with it the first time we saw it. They didn't have anymore available, but then a couple weeks later we came to see it again and there was one! We were so happy. This is the first house we ever bought. The first house that has ever been mine. I love our front room with the bookshelves. I love the kitchen with it's yellow paint. I love the front patio. I love that our kids grew up (so far) here. I love that we let B.A. choose what color of paint for her room. And it is still that color. We brought both our boys home from the hospital to this house. We rode bikes outside countless times. We painted. We fixed. We mowed lawns. We had a garden, and planted flowers in the front yard. We even put in a beautiful new floor! Even though our driveway is super steep, I love that our house is high. We have a great view. I love our neighbors. We have the best next door neighbors you could ever wish for. On both sides. And two houses down on each side. I will probably never live in a neighborhood like this again.

I'm kind of sad. I wonder what it will be like to live in a new home, with new neighbors, and new views.

That being said, I hope someone buys it. Soon.

My Bed

Don't even ask where I was supposed to be sleeping.

Chill

I'm not going to lie. Before I had Mads, I didn't really care about having a boy. I thought I was going to have all girls, and I was okay with that. I was in my girl groove. Very comfortable. When they told me my baby was a boy, I was a little shaken up. A little freaked. It took me a few months to get used to the idea. Good thing I had that long before he came. Right away having a boy was pretty much the same. All except for the fact that when he peed when he didn't have a diaper on it squirted rather than dribbled like a girl would do. One time while changing his diaper, he peed. I remember being pretty impressed with the speed and distance a little boy part could create. It went right over his head and about 3 feet behind him onto the floor.

But shortly after babyhood he became "boyish" quickly. And I like it. I'm glad he is mine.

Mads at four...

You have bad dreams a lot. Sometimes you wake up screaming. It makes me sad. You sleep in my bed more often than not.

You still carry your Dark Dark Blue Blanket everywhere.

You love to quote Nacho Libre.

When you draw a picture, there is always a person fighting a snake. I love them.

Video games are your favorite. We have limited your game playing to Saturdays only, so every day you ask me if it is Saturday. If not, you ask how many days until Saturday.

You love to eat. You savor your food and enjoy every minute of eating. There is nothing you won't eat.

You still have the most expressive face ever. Lots of looks.

You are reading a little, and you still love to have me read to you.

You are asking a lot of questions.

You are taking swimming lessons for the first time. You love it. You tell me you can swim, but then you sink like a stone.

You are a groover. If you hear music, you will dance. It is awesome.

You love Vampire Weekend. Your new thing is to ask me what the lyrics mean.

You love playing outside. You love your new scooter.

You always ask me when we are going to fly on a plane.

You will put yourself to bed when you are tired.

I hope you let me carry you to bed a few more years. You are a cool kid. I love you.

Flood

The other day I told Mads to get dressed and this is what he came up with...

He looks like a miniature person with a huge head!

Explanation: I sold his and G's dresser. At the time all of their clothes were in piles on the floor. I guess it was hard for him to distinguish between his and G's clothes. He put G's pants on and that is his shirt but the buttoning job is awesome. The picture doesn't really do it justice. You know how there is often an extra button on the inside of the shirt? He even used that button! It was hilarious.

He was so proud of himself too. I felt bad making him change.

Four? Gimme a break, right? Wrong!

Mads turned four this week. He has been asking when he turns four everyday for the last 6 months. He was so excited when it got closer. Finally the day came. As soon as I saw him I told him happy birthday. Then I told him how cool it was to be a four year old. He said, "I'm not four." I told him he was, and he said, "I don't feel four." It was pretty funny to me. I think he expected some sort of change. He told me maybe in eleven days he will be four. It took quite a bit of convincing, but we finally got to believe he was four. (That is, until the next day. We had to convince him all over again.)

He got into it a little more when I told him he could play video games. (He is usually only allowed to play on Saturdays.) Then he got to choose what he wanted for lunch. Arctic Circle. Corn dog. Playplace.

When we got home, he made sure Dare knew he was special. "It's my birthday, and I can do whatever I want!" is what we heard from him a few times. It's true! He got to play what he wanted to play, and watch what he wanted to watch.

Later, Grandma and Mark came over for some cake and ice cream. He got a new scooter, and helmet. He was pretty stoked about his Ben 10 helmet.

1000 Piece

I LOVE this picture!

There are so many stories being told in this picture.

I wish I could make it into a puzzle. Maybe I can.

Bones

Well, the floor is done. It has consumed my life enough, so we decided to finish it. And you know what's worse than a month of hard work to make your house look better? I'll tell you. A month of hard work making your house look better only to move a few weeks later. Yes, I'm moving. I'll go into that later. I have a lot of catching up to do first. Anyway, the floor looks awesome! I love it. The kitchen is my favorite part. It just looks so nice.

Here is Nate working so hard. This was near the beginning of the process so I was still in a good enough mood to take pictures.

One of the highlights of the process was the day I didn't have time to make the kids lunch so I let them eat chicken right off the carcass. I just threw a couple of pieces of bread at them and called it good. It cracked me up! They loved it though. They thought I was an awesome mom that day even though I knew better.

Looking back now, I'm actually pretty impressed that they were dressed that day. Maybe it was one of those days that we crammed in a trip to the grocery store and I was able to throw some clothes on the boys. No shoes though. Who needs them? It was probably at least 35 degrees that day. That is perfect barefoot weather!