We've been on a house hunt this month. Our house in Marianna is perfectly fine, but our church in Dothan is 45 minutes away. It makes for looooong Wednesdays and looooong Sundays. Daddy and I have been prayerfully considering a move to Dothan and an adorable rental house just popped onto the market. I took you and Charlie to see it and you two loved it right away. (In all fairness, you two have loved every house we've looked at. "Oh look! A sink in the bathroom! This is so cool!" And in all fairness, I have NOT loved every house we've looked at. "Oh wow - there's not a spot in the kitchen for a fridge? We'd have to put it in the living room? That's, um, weird.") But I loved this house.
As hard as I tried, I'm not built for country living. I want neighbors, not acreage. I'm a plant-killer, not a gardener. I like the peaceful sounds of nature, but I'd prefer the sounds of neighborhood kids laughing and playing. So this house we found is in a neighborhood with postage stamp-sized lawns - and I'm ridiculously excited. And the house is fairly small; we're losing about 400 sq ft by moving. And I'm ridiculously excited about that, too. And the house has a garage; Daddy's ridiculously excited about THAT.
I've been a selling, donating, throwing away MACHINE. As of right now, the only toys you and Charlie have are Legos and art supplies for you and Duplos and superheroes for Charlie. I was worried you two would be puddles of despair after I boxed up all your other toys, but you knuckleheads haven't cared one little bit. Which just confirms that you guys had too many toys.
You've taken it upon yourself to decorate the moving boxes. So right next to the Jim Beam logo is a picture of a happy ladybug. And a rainbow is coming out of the King Cobra Malt Liquor logo. (Don't judge - liquor boxes are the perfect size for packing. And thankfully we have a smattering of boxes from Christianbook.com to balance out the Boxes o' Booze.)
You lost your third tooth last week! You were eating a quesadilla and it fell out while you were eating. I wasn't there when it happened, but Daddy said you handled it like a champ - and were tickled that it didn't bleed at all. I can already tell you'll need braces ... you poor small-mouthed, big-toothed peach. You inherited my mouth and not Daddy's. Sorry 'bout that.
Your top two teeth will probably be the next to go; they're practically flapping in the breeze. I wonder if it'll take some more country breeze or some suburban breeze to knock those suckers out.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
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