This marks one month.

Day 1 (Sunday, Sept 11). Unload all our crap into our house.

Day 2. Sit and veg and do nothing after driving for 2 days and moving all our crap.

Day 3. Michael tears out tile/linoleum. Pick out tile and bring it home.

Day 4. Rent tile saw and get to work! Scarlett gets acquainted with Grandma. 

Day 5. "Finish" tile and return saw with 34 seconds to spare before we go over our 24 hour rental period.

Day 6 (Fri). Leave for St. George and get Benja's take-out for dinner. Mmmmm.

Day 7. Arrive in Logan, UT just in time for Tai and Corey's wedding.

Day 8. Drive to Star Valley.

Day 9-13. Enjoy a week of family, fishing, late night movies, four-wheeling, bon fires with saw dust craziness, chasing chickens, going to see the "hor-hees", and going for rides on the dirt bike.

Day 14. Drive back to Las Vegas.

Day 15. Grout enough of the tile to put in toilets and appliances. 

I'm surprised you're still reading...

Day 16. Michael starts work! But we still hadn't "moved in"...we still don't have toilets mind you. Day 16-18 we stay at my parents', Michael goes to work and I go over to our house to unpack.

Day 19 (Thurs. Sept 29). We finally spend the night in our house!

Day 20-27. Enjoy conference and unpack unpack unpack.

Day 28 (Oct 8). TILE IS COMPLETELY DONE!! Scarlett's bathroom was the last bit.

Day 29. We actually show up at our own ward for the first time.

Day 30. All tile has been grouted!

Day 31. Scarlett has a toilet in her bathroom! Not that she uses it yet, but it's nice to have another option other than the master bathroom.

And tomorrow...aaaa tomorrow...

This ranch-eating monkey turns 18 months old...and gets to go to nursery next Sunday!

while in wyoming

I chased the chickens.

Ate popsicles.

Ate popsicles while chasing chickens.

Mowed the lawn.

Rode the dirt bike around.

Or just sat on it until I made Daddy take me for a ride.

Played in the water at Kyle and Kelsey's wedding.

And made Mama and Daddy leave the reception early with a sopping wet baby.

Overall it was a pretty dandy time.

hi!

We made it. Whew. With that being said, I never want to move again.

But we will. Eventually.

I'm already exhausted thinking about it. I'm going to save all my pennies so someone else can move all the boxes I labeled "crap" and "I don't remember".

This is what the house looks like right now. It's pretty nice. I think we'll leave it as is.

The fireplace.

The kitchen.

 The dining area.

The front door.

 Scarlett's bathroom sans toilet.

Master bathroom.

Master toilet.

That's not what it looked like when we got there...it was worse! Horrificly bland tile everywhere.

These pictures don't even do it justice. That is blue marbled tile, and it had dark grey grout. It puts a smile on my face to know that it's gone. Well, not really. All bajillion pounds of it is in our garage to be divvied up for the garbage man. We're making friends already!

Can't wait to see the remodel? Yeah, me too....

amidst all the packing.

Deep breaths.

Only 10 more days of Portland!

Can you believe it? Umm, yeah, you probably can...but I can't!

We've been packing, but we've been having fun!

Isn't it amazing how you will pack a box and it will spontaneously birth more crap?? I swear we pack "all that can be packed" until we actually move, and we end up packing 10 more boxes. No joke. And then Michael goes to drop stuff off at DI and comes back with just as much stuff. It's okay though–to see those tiny brown eyes light up when we took out her very own Scarlett-sized pink camping chair was so worth it. 

Well, next time we talk, we may be in Vegas...

i poop melons.

boring post...

Sorry about the lag in blogdom from us. Add finding another job because the Vegas one fell through on top of packing up our apartment to who knows where on top of being out of town more than being home on top of actually getting the Vegas job on top of seriously packing because we're moving in less than a month on top of birthdays = PURE MADNESS. Oh man. It's so busy there aren't any pictures, plus no one wants to see I don't want anyone to see in what disarray our house is.

And holy crap balls. Where did 3 years go? Come mid September we're trading in these digs...

for these...

It is far from my dream city, but we'll be living in a house! Wahoo!

the story about the ant.

 I was playing outside, because I like outside.

 ...and so does my crack.

Happy as a clam out there. Nothing beats a little dirt and some sun.

I saw these ants crawling on the wall.

It got on my finger, and I'll tell you right now, I am not a huge fan of ants.

So, I squished him.

 The end.