Ketchup

Greg asked me this morning what I wanted to do today. I responded, "Laundry. Oh, and catch up on my blog."

David overheard this and thought it was hilarious that I wanted ketchup on my blog. (I thought it was pretty hilarious too.)

So here is the "ketchup":

First, a picture of my kids at the DQ in some tiny town in the middle of nowhere West Texas that had nothing but a DQ but thank goodness it at least had that otherwise my firstborn would have been pooping in a farmer's field.

Second, a picture that proves you do not need a pick-up truck if you have a rack, some good straps, and a tall husband.

This pictures also demonstrates that, as any good Mormon man knows, there's nothing you can't do in a white shirt and tie. (This was a trip to Ikea after we attended the temple.)

Next, a typical view of the toy room at Grandma Evie's house.

Notice Tio and Tia totally engaged with my children. (Gosh, we are going to miss them.)

I suppose you could consider the above picture a BEFORE view this next picture an AFTER view. This is after I prepped the toy room for the packers.

Who votes we have too many toys?

(I do!)

While we have been working at my parents' house (sorting our things from theirs), we have been living at Greg's parents' house. David and Mary have loved swimming in the pool everyday and hanging out with Grammy and Grandpa. Mary has whole-heartedly embraced (after years of fear) the princess dresses in Grammy's toy closet.

And she's off.

Soon we will be off too.

Tomorrow the truck will be loaded. This weekend sometime we will set off to St. Louis, where we will pick up our other car and, at my firm insistence, ride to the top of the Arch. Then early next week we will arrive in Madison.

Now would be an appropriate moment for some reflection--on the joys of a family reunited, the bumps in the road to establishing a two-parent dynamic, the blessings of grandparents, my love-hate relationship with Dallas, the gut-wrenching good-byes that accompany every move, and, most importantly, how I got my dream ottoman.

Instead, all I'm going to leave you with is this.