Bear with me folks. I haven't done a post on either of James' two (!) birthday parties, our farewell party, or Oma & Opa's last visit, but I wanted to update you on where we're at. Literally.
After a sad goodbye to neighbors and friends in Old Town, we closed the garage door one last time.
Boo.
and the journey south began... First stop - 30 minutes south to Susannah's house for a three night stay while Brian handled the packing & moving debacle (more on that later).
It was so great to have one last visit with our good friends and we left with all kinds of little goodies like:
How to use a crossbow

and how to run a sugar high at 12noon without even messing up the house.
Thanks Sus & Co!

Next stop, Raleigh, NC. Home of the Bruces. Just a one night stay. We had grand plans to stay two nights at a cabin in Asheville (happened), a quick stop in Georgia to see my friend Marci and her family (happened) and then one night in our new home before the trucks arrived with all of our stuff (hasn't happened).
Anyhoo, always a fun visit with the Bruces. I couldn't help but document that apparently, when Brian reads you a story, you feel like sticking your fingers in your mouth.

Across the state of North Carolina and up one tall, tall, tall mountain later and we are at Hibernation, a two story, three level cabin at the Scenic Wolf Resort with sunsets like this:
and this:
We spent a LOT of time at the glass-enclosed pool where James wore himself OUT on the slide.
This was an antique
tractor outside the main Lodge that offered a dinner where you "pick your three meats" and then you get a choice of sides including more fried okra! Love the south!



and they even had a little play area for the kids.
832! Whodathunkit?

Molly on a molar.

This was part of an exhibit called the Wizard of Oz which had nothing to do with the human body or space.
James "working a machine" and "No Molly! This is just for big kids!"
Molly sliding down a giant tongue in the little kids room.
(aren't you glad I have pictures of these things and I don't just write down our experiences like "Molly sat in a mouth and slid down a giant pink tongue?")

But I digress. Back to the trout farm.... For $4/pound, they give you everything - poles, bait, pliers (to remove the hook) and a bucket to keep the fish in.
James insisted (immediately) that he did not need our help.

and it turned out - he didn't!
Nice work, little buddy. Nice work.

I highly recommend the trout farm for energetic, 4 yr-old, know-it-all, first-time fishermen.

OK, clearly traveling southbound....

Fun little caboose/museum (and by "museum," I mean they had some pictures hanging on the interior walls) across the street from our lunch place.


and then to Marci's. I have known Marci since seventh grade. She lives in Peacthree City, has three kids and drives this golf cart EVERYWHERE.

I have never seen anything like it. There is an elaborate highway of golf cart paths linking her house to the kids' school, the doctor, even WAL-MART. There is even a CARSEAT strapped to the golf cart so she can tote her little one. Marci drove us about 20 miles (seemed like!) to get a "Rita's." It's a custard/icee blend situation that was DELICIOUS!
I just had to include this picture because Marci and I had just said, "hey boys, can you take a picture of us?" and all of a sudden, we were surrounded by children needing something! It felt very... "Weren't we just wearing plaid skirts and perming our hair? Where did all these kids come from??"
While we were there, Marci was getting ready for a garage sale and GAVE (!) us this great dollhouse! Just GUESS who plays with it the most?

Thanks Marc! Great to see you - as always!
Two hours later, with bellies full of Rita's, we found our home.


Love the neighborhood, love the backyard, and (shockingly) love the weather. We are NOT, however loving the air mattresses. After seven nights and one more tonight, we are ready to see our stuff again. Our stuff, by the way, is here, but there is no one to unload it. Seriously. You know, because the nation isn't currently in an unemployment crisis or anything and there are just NO workers to be found.
Whatever. We have been keeping busy. We arrived on July 4th and James started swim lessons on July 6th. There's a community pool and the head lifeguard does his lesson and then we all swim for a couple of hours.
It's really been fine at home too because, although we don't have our things, we have each other
JUST KIDDING!
What do you do, when you don't have your stuff? Buy more stuff! We actually needed new patio furniture, a washer/dryer and a vacuum and Oma & Opa bought this fun playhouse for James' 4th birthday.

Really, some cheese and crackers and a corkscrew and we're all set.
Oh! ps. Like the new look?
It's very "us" right now.
Barefoot, playing in the grass in our fenced in yard and happy!
Come visit!