First of all I still can't believe that this move really happened, but apparently it did because as my husband so eloquently posted to Facebook, "now all our crap is in Oregon!" Yikes!!!
Well here's what life is like for us right now....
We're staying at my mom's house in Jefferson and enjoying farm life.
My hard working husband wakes up and leaves for work at 6:00. He's liking his job so far, but definitely having to adjust to a slower paced day.
The kids are up around 7:00. We wander downstairs, Sadie and Wyatt go to find Grammy, and I get their breakfast started.
We sit down for breakfast and usually at some point during breakfast Uncle Robert and Uncle Ryan come through the house. Uncle Ryan comes to check the fridge for cold pizza and other acceptable breakfast items and to say good morning, and Uncle Robert comes to get an early start making the kids laugh.
We spend the mornings grocery shopping, running errands, helping Grammy weed the garden, and taking the kids on little outings. If it's up to Wyatt the morning is spent feeding cows with Uncle Robert.
Then it's lunch and naptime.
Then Daddy calls to say he's coming home, dinner, baths, and bed.
In addition to all this everyday stuff,
we hold baby goats,
we play in the cottonseed,
the kids dress like little rednecks...just kidding, only once in a while,
we play with corn,
we drink Dutch Brother's coffee and smoothies,
we help Grammy in the garden,
we have p.j. parties and movie nights with Auntie Kendy,
we act silly,
we pick peaches,
we get spoiled by Uncle Robert,
and we fall asleep exhausted after and during busy days.