We are strange

Some of the weird ways our minds work:
Chi has been stuffy and therefore not sleeping well, so while putting on his pajamas I grabbed the Baby Vicks. Gabe said, "Can I help rub in the Vixen." We started giggling for different reasons. I had Santa's reindeer running through my head. Matt was thinking Chi certainly would enjoy being rubbed by a vixen in about 15 years.

Days later...
My throat was hurting (darn kids spreading around those germs!) and Matt offered to go get throat lozenges for me. "What kind do you want?" he asked. "I don't know. Ones that work," I replied. "What, do you mean like magic ones?" he mocked using jazz hands. "Yes, the ones with jazz hands." Conversation continues on as we make a list of other items needed. "Okay. Is that it? Do you want anything else?" Matt asks. "A baby elephant," I say (not sure why, so don't ask). Matt replies, "Hmm. Only if it's reasonable." "How can you tell? Are you going to ask it if it's reasonable?" So, list reads: lozenges with jazz hands, toothpaste, and a reasonable baby elephant.

Michigan bound

It took some time after we got back from our trip to be certain we would be able to rent the house we wanted. There were a couple of issues with it and the owner was on vacation, so we had to leave without being certain because we only felt one place had what we needed. So, happily, it was a successful trip. We still have to sign the lease and fax it back but that should all be fine. We also had toured the elementary school Gabe will be in and were happy with what we saw, so that is good.

We picked this house because of the location and the large fenced in back yard, mostly. We saw a few on busy streets and some without fences (one without a fence on a busy street) and that just wasn't the best situation for us.

At this point we are just feeling ready to go. I know I'll miss Ames, but since we know we are going it's hard to just sit around waiting. Matt is still doing some work in the lab, but it seems to be more like busy work than anything else.

Al the Watch Gator

This is Al. He's our watch gator (instead of watch dog). He kind of cracks me up when I walk by the boys' room at night and Al is standing guard. We actually use him because Gabe needs the door open a crack and the door won't stay that way. One night I discovered Al is the perfect doorstop and his personality has grown.