Potty Chair

I just found the most awesome thing!!! As you all know, I'm a die-hard BYU Cougar fan...go Cougars!!! Check this out...eventhough I only have 1 child left to potty-train, I'm really thinking about it...





A potty chair that plays the Cougar fight song!! I need this!!

Heaven in a Cup

Seriously. Have you ever had it? No joke, it's the yummiest...I don't even have a favorite thing, it's all pure divinity!!!
And I've been eating much too much of it lately. Can't decide which I want more...a size 8 or a cup of delectable frozen custard?! A real toss-up...

Just a House

I have no good explanation for why I am on the computer--blogging--at 10:26pm on the eve of my big move. It certainly is NOT because I don't have 4 million and 9 things to do...the refrigerator has not been cleaned, the toys have not been packed (or even picked up), the pantry is still full of food, pictures are still on the wall, clothes are still in dressers and closets. Okay, so if you can count you realize that I didn't just name 4 million and 9 things...but you get my point, right?

I think I am trying to avoid the FINAL de-robing of my home. It still feels like my home with the pictures on the wall and my fun vinyl quotes. It still feels like my closet when I go get a shirt off the hanger. It still feels like my kitchen when I prepare a snack from a full fridge and well-stocked pantry instead of boxes. It most definitely still feels like my home when I trip over trains on the stairs and barbies on the family room floor.

I'm not ready to let go yet.

But it's just a house, right? A home is my family...and, thankfully, each of those precious faces will be joining me in our new abode. And we get to see more of each other since we're giving up 1,000 square feet!

It's just a house.
It's just a house.
It's just a house.

But it's MY house. My home.

I will really miss the gorgeous trees out the back in the fall, all lit-up in red and gold and orange.
I will really miss the gigantic bedrooms for my kids.
I will really miss our wonderful next-door neighbors, the Stowes.
I will sort-of miss the neighbor boy walking into my house (and my bedroom) unannounced.
I will sort-of miss 3 bathrooms and 2 living areas.
I will not miss the sloping backyard.
I will not miss the stairs.

I will miss my home.

But it's just a house.