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I’m still in awe. Shock. Disbelief. And I know that sounds silly because it’s just a house and it’s just the beach but to me, for some reason, this is a huge deal and that’s weird because I’ve not been this big fan of the beach for a long time now and for some reason this is different.  It could be because it’s private and usually we have the place pretty much to ourselves and that means no bikinis and constantly having to divert my boys’ attention and such. Or, the sandy ride home from the beach with everybody whiny and tired is non-existent when the beach is in your front yard (almost). 

But I think the getting to walk on the beach with just the Rabbit every night is what makes it way awesome.

This is where I’ll be living for the next 3 years, people. I’m sad that the Rabbit will be gone for 10 months of it but we’ll have plenty of time while he’s here to enjoy it together.

So, basically, this is my front yard, y’all (almost).

And, yes, I’m going to take some pictures of IN my house soon. Just be patient with me.

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We’re in our new house and the house we just moved out of is just about ready for our move out inspection.  We saw a lawyer and everything appears as though it’s going to work out just fine regarding our lease termination.

And I am happy to trade the dirt at the old house for the sand in this new one.  My 3 older kids walk on the beach twice a day and bring some of it home with them each time but it’s so easy to sweep up and it doesn’t stick to walls and I’m finding that pretty much awesome because I just cleaned a bunch of walls covered in dirt at our old house and I never want to do that again ever.

And we decided to get some pictures of Lucy at the beach so we got her dressed all cute and everything but she loved the sand way too much so this is the best we got because she simply would not remove her attention from the sand to look at the camera for even a second.

But Kait got pictures of her without the distraction of sand before we left. Lucy was sitting on the steps in our house and was very happy about everything.

She’s 5 months old and tootles around in her walker and sits up pretty good and bounces in her bouncer and even though you can’t see it in the beach picture she has red hair and all this growing up is adorable and sad and happy and I love it.

And Matthew’s mohawk has taken on a whole new meaning.

Oh, and my life right now feels like a vacation, people. You simply HAVE to come for a visit.

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Yesterday Lucy, who turned 5 months on Saturday, decided to sit up for a few seconds.  Kait and I had fun taking really blurry pictures of her and laughing at her adorable pudginess.

Seriously. When did she get so pudgy and I love pudgy babies.

Today, however, Lucy is sitting up for minutes at a time without falling over.  I guess yesterday she discovered that sitting up was the bomb and decided that she was going to just do it.

P.S. Also, I just dipped salted dill pickles in mayo and it’s the best thing ever.

P.P.S. I know what you’re thinking and the answer is no.

P.P.P.S. Seriously, I’m not.

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So the house pictured in the previous post is ours, yes, but because somebody doesn’t know their left from their right (not me) the house we will be moving into someday and who knows when is not the one with the ocean out the back door and through some trees.  We’re across the street from that house. And it’s really pretty and has a giant backyard. We’re only like a 5 minute walk from the ocean and that is pretty awesome and we’re walking distance from Subway so double awesome. Also, dangerous.
When I drove by it I could smell the salt air and it was very beachy.

However, the military is dumb.  Let me explain.

We were supposed to go in and look at the house and sign the papers for it on Thursday but they never called so I called them yesterday and the very nice lady I talked to was confused and she transferred me to another very nice lady who was even more confused and doesn’t even work with on base housingand then I got transferred to another nice person who said somebody would call me back soon and when they did they were confused and apparently we need to hurry up and sign for this house because they need to get somebody in it. Also, we can’t sign for the house because it isn’t ready yet and how did we even get an address yet and this is very unorthodox, apparently.

And the lady who is supposed to put a signature on our paperwork so I can schedule our movers has been content to just leave it in the box on her door for two days because it must be so hard to scribble your name to something so that a person who needs to create a move in a very short period of time can get started.

And we went to Walmart for some groceries and I swear I saw zombies in the parking lot and then again lined up for fried chicken at the deli. You can tell by the slow pace they walk and how they wander around not making eye contact and not moving to the side when they see you coming and practically run you over because zombies apparently own every isle in the parking lot AND in the store. And I guess zombies really like Walmart’s fried chicken because the line was really, really long.

Also, the Rabbit is on an island in THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE infested with Giant Troll Owls and may or may not be on a secret assignment from the government to hunt swimming aliens with his helicopter.  This is totally X-Files, people.

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i’m getting a new house, people. like tomorrow.

The military has decided to conduct an experiment on my family. Probably. Also, I think they have severely underestimated my abilities.

Here’s is the government’s plan of action:

Step 1. Offer family something that they cannot turn down. A giant new house that is pretty much on the beach (almost) and in a gated community and within walking distance to pretty much everything and running distance from work and has an awesome screened in porch and a microwave above the oven and tell them we’ll take care of the lawn and utilities and everything.
Step 2: Send husband away for 3 weeks to blow crap up.
Step 3: Inform family that if they want the house they have 1 week and then the offer is gone forever.
Step 4: Tell them they are crazy for trying to move on one week’s notice with 8 kids and a husband who is off blowing crap up for 3 weeks.
Step 5: Kind of giggle a little at their predicament.
Step 6: Chart family’s behavior. This is an experiment after all.

And I’m telling you people that this is all a conspiracy to send me into a state of continual anxiety attacks so they can drug me with valium or xanex so they can steal my coffee maker or my cat or something without me putting up a fight.

This is the house:

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And this is my plan:

Step 1: Put on superhero cape.
Step 2: Accept house. And with excitement.
Step 3: Set up move and get stuff ready in, like, a day.
Step 4: Thank myself for being (almost) a minimalist and not hanging crap all over my walls.
Step 5:Thank myself again for severely decluttering my house just before Lucy was born. 
Step 6: Take a nap and dream of ocean front property (almost) and the smell of the Atlantic and gentle breezes and then realize that this isn’t a dream, IT’S FOR REAL!

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We’re puppy sitting this week for my sister’s dog, Stella-Bella.  She’s be-u-tee-ful. And she’s sweet and obedient and soft and we like her.
And then there is Captain Jack Sparrow and he’s adorable and has a forever puppy look about him and he’s dirty all the time and we like him all right, I guess, but we have to live with him everyday and he makes my eye twitch sometimes. However, I like Jack way more with Bella around because they play.  Oh my goodness they play. Two Jack Russells are way better than one. Definitely.
And I am by no means suggesting we get another dog. Ever.
Just so we’re clear.

So we were bored and just had to give both Jack Russell’s IQ tests today and it would appear that Bella isn’t as smart as Jack, which would definitely be in her favor if I were picking favorites. Jack is too smart for his own good and he makes me crazy and I think he can even open doors all by himself and he doesn’t even have opposable thumbs so this is pretty genius. Plus, I’m pretty sure he can do basic math and I prefer dogs that aren’t as smart as me. Or at least dogs who are as smart as me but don’t rub it in my face.  Also, Bella doesn’t pee on her own legs and that’s got to count for something.

I wonder if there is some way to accidentally give my sister the wrong dog when she comes to pick Bella up because wouldn’t that be just tragic.

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my girls. also, alligator beats marsupial.

I have two of them now. Daughters. Two daughters. It’s awesome.

As you can see, Lucy is already getting good at hollering at the boys. She’s telling them to knock it off in this picture. Also, the kangaroo in the background would be way more interesting except for we were on the Australian loop at the zoo and that sucks all the curiosity right out of it. My kids were more impressed with the sleeping alligators.

It’s funny that they find alligators more interesting than marsupials. We live in Florida, people. The alligator is our state mascot.  They are everywhere. We went to the little park not far from us and there was an alligator just sitting there. In the wild. The real wild, not the zoo wild. And I was like, Oh. great. Stay in the car everybody. And the boys were all like, I wonder if it escaped from the zoo! because they don’t get it.

We left the park shortly after taking this picture. I may live in Florida but I’m no friend of the gator. They have beady little eyes and have been known to hide under my 9 year old self’s bed for which I will never forgive them.  Also, we were on our way out of the park at this point anyway.

It would seem that my younger kids are getting the idea that wild animals evolve from caged animals and maybe we go to the zoo too much.

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matthew

He’s 8. And he has a mohawk.

Matthew is my silliest child by far.  Always smiling, always joking, always ready with a prank. He thinks all girls are gross except Lucy. And possibly Kait because sometimes she has M&Ms. Or broccoli.

Matthew wants to be a superhero when he grows up. Either that or Julian Smith. One or both of these would make awesome careers. He’s also mentioned wanting to be a ninja.

Is there such a thing as a red headed ninja?

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 Brush your teeth boys cause we’re going to see dinosaurs!

I got the zoo member’s email this morning that the $3 per person dino exhibit would be free today and I just couldn’t pass the opportunity to play hero-mom so we rushed out the door even before I had my coffee. It was an oversight that will not happen again.

The exhibit wasn’t what you’d call awesome, but the boys liked it okay. The dinosaurs all made noise and moved their heads and it kind of reminded me of larger versions of some annoying and mostly useless toys we’ve owned in the past.
One of the boys kept asking if we could go see a real animal, like an alligator. And another got excited about minnows in zoo’s the duck pond.

Joe just wanted to walk by the Komodo dragons but he posed under the Tyrannosaurus for me. 

And Jesse wasn’t interested in anything but hiding in the stroller basket.  When I asked him to make a scary face for a picture he just smiled really big.

It was then that I noticed he needs a haircut.

At most I would say it was an interesting loop, not worth $3 per person by any stretch of the imagination so I’m really happy we got to see it for free.

And then there was this.

The sign said Danger High Voltage and the kids were refusing to touch the fence and absolutely did not believe me when I told them that it was just part of the whole setup. Kait said, Well, why don’t you touch it then?, because I guess it’s okay if mom dies by electric shock.  So I did without even the slightest concern in the back of my mind that it might be the last thing I ever do and will anybody remember to take the pork butt out of the crock pot?

So then after I touched the fence and proved that it was, in fact, all for show I was all like, See, and the kid were all like, Oh, and Kait had this idea that all of them should act as though they were being shocked and I should take a picture of them only nobody really did it and that was weird.

Then we realized it was hot so we walked the Australian loop, which consisted of a few wallabies, a handful of kangaroos, some birds, and a very stern zoo worker who appeared to be in charge of guarding rocks. Then we came home. And nobody fell into the fountain or anything. It was a good day.

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ben. who we call jeep.

Ben is 6. And the boy is wicked smart.

Ben is observant and calm.  Not hyper or silly. Okay, he’s six, he’s a little silly. But he’s more serious than most kids I know.  

We call Ben Jeep because he is always dirty. He cleans well in the shower just like all the other kids but it would seem that the boy has dirt in his pores because its only a matter of minutes before he starts to appear dingy again, even when all he’s doing is sitting on the couch in his Sunday best waiting to go to church.
In our house Sunday best is whatever shirt has the most buttons. Preferably something clean but really as long as it doesn’t stink…

There are a lot of boys in this house.

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