Still Moving On

So we made it to Cincinnati with a 26 foot moving van with our car in tow. The LG and I will be chilling here for a few days with some family while the man of the house totes the house (or at least all of the things that go in a house) all by his lonesome to Oregon. I should mention here that he is already behind schedule, primarily due to my inability assist in backing up the truck with car in tow so that we could turn around in a culdesac. Bad idea. After successfully directing my hubby to back the truck up over the hitch, a few unsavory words, a few arguments, a good nights' rest, more than a few phone calls to Penske, a new tow dolly, and just a few hours of time wasted, the hubby was off on his grand adventure.

I am not sure I understand men at all. The LG's father has been looking forward to this adventure since the day we decided to move. It would be one thing if he were driving his motorcycle across country in the late spring or early autumn when the weather was cool, his drive unencumbered by deadlines and a lot of dead weight, but really, a 26 foot moving truck with a car in tow at 45 miles per hour in November - please help me understand how this somehow fits into a man's romantic notion of alone time on the open road?

At the moment it is pretty easy to boil down my life to the people I love and a truckful of memories and belongings. I'm grateful that so far, our lives are still intact, we are all safe, and our belongings are still in a truck that has not run into serious trouble. Hope you all have a MARVELOUS Thanksgiving.

Moving On

So, after 2 years of wishing we were moving West, our dreams have come true. I seem to have "Be Careful What You Wish For, Cause You Just Might Get It All" ringing in my head. The rumors are true. We are moving to PORTLAND (OR)!!! In all the rush and craziness, I have been a bit overwhelmed by thoughts of how much I will miss our lives here. I have to keep reminding myself of the things I won't miss...and believe me, if I could come up with a sarcastic comment here, I would. Ultimately, it is a lifestyle choice. We have decided that rather than live with all of the self-interested, interesting, diverse, educated politicos, we would rather live with the overzealous tree-hugging hippies of the great Northwest. Any tips on how to survive will be much appreciated.

Seriously, we are indeed excited about our newest adventure. We plan on doing the modern day exodus thing with the 22 foot moving truck and car in tote with my handsome moses at the helm. I, of course, will be flying first class with the baby. No one said it would be easy.

Perhaps even more exciting is that the LG will soon be turning 1!!! Amazing that so far, we have all made it, barring a few bumps and bruises (3 of which he got today). Considering his super strength, we felt that Bambam (with our neighbor, aka Pebbles, as cohort) was an appropriate get up for Halloween.

Here you can see him losing a battle for the prehistoric bone. Pebbles just happens to be his best friend, and although she is much smaller in comparison, she is much stronger in temperament. The LG doesn't win many of these battles, although I maintain that if he really wanted to, he could use some of his sweet ninja moves to steal his toys back and show her what he is made of.