It came!

Okay, let me just let out one more whoop and I'll settle down some. Remember that big packet of stuff (and big chunk 'o' change) that we had to send off to see if Chris's academy hours would transfer to FL (so he won't have to go through academy alllll over again)? Well, we got our packet that says it transferred and he is free to take his 2 week course whenever (just as soon as we sign this paper and send it back...)! After all this fretting and doubting (at least on Chris's part) we finally got one more thing check marked on our Moving List. Now if only the house would sell....but now it can, because everything is happening in the order it should. Can't think of anything else that needs to happen before we sell (besides finding boxes from somewhere and packing everything up....), so NOW we're ready to MOVE! WOO HOO!

Everything else, however is just as normal as ever. We had a lazy weekend (pj day!) where I didn't even cook and did some laundry and general cleanup. Ian had a friend over to play on Saturday and we only had to separate them once (a fistfight over something or other). Ian is a formidable guy, even though he's younger and smaller than poor Girric, who is not as aggressive and is happy doing quiet things, but will defend himself if necessary, if the cause is important enough (usually he is just aggravated by Ian, though). It was interesting to watch them interact.

Ian has finally moved along in his play! The next stage! Role play and using his imagination. Before everything had to be concrete and literal. Now, he makes his trains do noises, talk to each other and the normal boy thing of horrific crashes and life-or-death scenarios. Last night though, he fell off the chair backwards (horsing around) and hit his head on the floor. After sufficient rocking and sympathy, Chris told him that he knocked a 'hole' in the floor, don't you see it? And pointed. Ian looked at him incredulously and inspected the floor from my lap. Chris proceeded to walk over it and 'fall' in the hole and roll around on the floor, as good as any stunt work you'd see in Indiana Jones. Ian laughed so hard he almost fell of my lap. Chris did this a few more times, until Ian decided that he was going to brave the 'hole.' He did his own version of falling in the hole and it was our turn to shout with laughter. Between me and Chris, we've got quite the actor in training. All those camp skits have really spawned an interesting next generation. Can't wait until Ian starts rewriting song lyrics, though Chris has already started and Ian is fascinated (we'll save that for another post). Ian fell in the hole for the next ten minutes and rolled all over the place. Then he wanted me to try it. I am not much for stunts and I told him that I didn't want to get a boo boo by falling into the hole. Ian's solution? "Fall slowly, Mommy. Fall very, very slowly." So I got up and did a slow motion (with the appropriate sound effects) fall into the hole, complete with bouncing. Ian didn't laugh, but Chris did! This is the real reason why it's good to have a partner while raising kids, so somebody will actually laugh at your jokes, because Mommy is never very funny. Not like Daddy, anyway (no fair!). So our two guests last night were warned about the hole when they came in and no one else was hurt. ;)

Not to be generic or anything, but I have to remark on the weather. Saturday was gorgeous. Windy, but it actually got up to the high 60s. Beach weather, baby! Everyone and their grand kids were at the park, so we didn't go. Nothing like having to wait in line for everything and not even get to see Micky Mouse, so we stayed home and Ian did some manly yard work with Chris outside. Sunday, it was supposed to rain some, but it still started out warm (72! Wonder of wonders!), then went downhill. Big old winter storm hit us last night with a bunch of rain and a rapidly dropping temperature. It stormed all night long, with rotating clouds, a flood warning, tornado warnings (tornadic activity, ahem), and thunder and lightning. We lit all our kerosene lamps in preparation for possible power outage. This morning, it was still raining and the temp was Still dropping. Now we have a wintry mix outside (rain/ice/snow) and it is a whopping 32 and Still dropping. We are supposed to have 4-8" of snow, but we'll see. Chris and I would love to get 8" of snow, at least to see, once. And we could make snowmen with Ian and take a bunch of pictures. But we have been assured constantly by the locals that it Never hits us. (is that an invitation or what?) So we are left to hope. :)