The Epic Move: Part 1

Reading this was only the first time I almost cried . . .
Here is where I really got good and teary.
We sent T to the motherland a week early with Michael's parents and Dora our Explorer.
And he had to say good bye to the little blonde neighbor girl, who he has played with practically every day since they were born.
My heart is breaking into pieces just looking at these pictures. Fortunately the little blonde neighbor girl has assured us that her family will be moving to Utah in the very near future. She just needs to convince her parents first.

After we said good-bye to Thomas, we said hello to Brianna, who flew in to Portland to be my baby nanny for the week. "Nanny Annie" is her new nickname. She was every level of awesome, though I think she has decided against having twins for herself.

I know I'm pretty behind on the old bloggity, but that will have to do for now. I'm only on the computer to take a break from all the paint fumes I've been inhaling. The twins' room is almost done. Now to tackle the rest of the house!

Vintage Tears

This picture of a family gathering has recently surfaced from the past, courtesy of my cousins (also pictured).

I'm the one on the right. Yes, I am crying. Since I was a perfectly angelic child, I have been searching for an explanation for my tears in this picture. I have deduced that one of the following must have happened:

a) Charity (the cousin closest to me) pinched me. She denies it, but is an impeccable actress, and the innocent look on her face could easily be feigned.

b) Someone wanted me to eat. I was a notoriously picky eater, a trait my children have inherited and torment me with daily.

c) I was extremely alarmed at the close proximity of my little brother Jordan (pictured at the far end of the table) who couldn't have been much older than three, to the river.

d) I had realized that my bangs took up half my head, and the braids on the other half of my head were too tight.

e) I may also have just been informed of the high probability that as I grew up my hair would darken from a glossy light blonde (I wanted to look like Barbie) to a mousy brown color. This is a fact I am actually now at peace with, but at the age of five (or six?) I would have found distressing.

f) The television network had just canceled Jem and I was in mourning.

g) I couldn't find my favorite cassette with Kool 'n The Gang singing Celebrate and Funky Town.

h) Somebody beat me at Space Invaders on the Atari.