Moved

Our new front room
and our dining room
With Joni recently finishing our 2nd blog book, I feel motivated to keep blogging. Just like everything else, it's easy to get out of the habit without that kind of motivation.

We are in Nevada now, not more than a few hours after the movers finished up and left we were hit with a couple of days of nasty weather. We ended up with about a foot and a half of snow and felt a little cramped in our new place with a bunch of moving boxes. It was fun to get out and play in the snow, Ellie didn't want to play or move, she just wanted to eat it.

After all of our moves, getting accustomed to a new place and to new people is never easy. We are optimistic about our situation, one thing I've learned over the last few years is that you can be miserable anywhere, or you can be happy anywhere...it's really up to you and your attitude. Home is where your heart is, and for at LEAST the next three years Nevada is our home.

We are so excited to stay in the west, to be close to San Francisco and Tahoe (California is 15 minutes away), and still somewhat close to family. The view of the Sierra's from our house is amazing, we can see Heavenly Ski Resort from our house, and we are close enough to see the snow blowing off the tops of the mountains. Looking back on our little "journey" I wouldn't change a thing, I know the moves we've made have been the right ones.



Ellie's new favorite things:
-finding the toilet and sticking her hands in it, then licking her fingers
-unraveling the toilet paper roll
-walking back and forth down the hallway carrying the same little shopping bag
-pretending she's talking on the phone, except she is using a comb or a banana
-erasing all the contacts on my phone, calling random phone numbers
-pulling clothes out of the dryer (or pulling anything out of anything)
-climbing into strange places (baskets, toy chests, under sinks) and then whining when she can't get out
-playing with her belly button
-talking to herself in the mirror
-reading books (even by herself, she loves to turn the pages)
-she actually enjoys spending time alone, talking to herself in her crib or in her bedroom
-Eating peanut butter from a spoon...she is truly OURS

A little sleep talk never hurt anyone.

Hi everyone, Joni here. We have had a busy few weeks and yes, we plan on posting recent events as soon as things get a little more settled. But for now something a little different.
Paul is a major sleep talker. He usually falls asleep about an hour before me, and about 45 minutes into his slumber starts sleep mumbling. Every once in a while I will catch a sentence or phrase and get a good laugh, and a few months ago I decided to start writing down stuff he said. So here are a few of Paul's night-time adventures...

August 12th, 11:46pm
"He just a little guy who looks like a dead goofball"

October 7th, 12:30am
"Adding peanut butter to my ipod is only making it worse"

October 10th, 11:16pm
"That Subaru is Smootharoo"

November 20th, 12:04am
"Sometimes when he's bored he plays with string like a kitty"

....And my personal favorite...
December 3rd, 12:20am
"We just did it at the wrong time and at the wrong flag pole. It was like Mississippi meatball... Pfft."

Thanks for all the midnight laughs, Paul. One of the many reasons I love ya!