A month in review; February

Crazy, hectic, chaotic.

Just a few words that come to mind when I think of our February. Whoever thought moving with four small children was a good idea was just plain crazy! I told some friends, “I love moving. I used to move every few years just for the fun of it.” They looked at me like I was crazy and now, I understand why. Moving as a single woman is MUCH different than moving as a family of six.

We moved into our new home the first week of February.


Let’s back up, shall we?

A week before moving into our new home. This happened.

This is Zeke.

He is a large puppy. He is everything a puppy is…except the puppy breath. Oh. He does pee outside, so that’s a relief. When we got him, he was a chewing, biting, barking, no self controlled machine.

In between packing for our move, we worked on training him.

He still has a ways to go, but the jumping, biting and barking are vastly improved. There’s not much we can do about the puppy thing.

Besides, he fits right in. He and the little ones are very similar.

Both get bored easily and look for trouble. Both get easily frustrated. Both just want lots of love and snuggles.

So, in the middle of packing up to move and trying to train our new dog, my husband also was promoted to Captain.

It is a great blessing and we are so excited about this position. In a period of two days, my husband moved all his belongs at home AND at work.

There have been some pretty chaotic moments.

Like the time at the grocery store when I had purchased all our groceries after our move (I worked hard to make sure we ate up most of the food before moving, so we would have less to move with). As I was standing in line at the grocery checkout, with three little ones running around and one little one in the baby carrier, the checker looked to me in sympathy and told me my card was declined. I’m not sure this has ever happened to me. I told him to run it again, and again. Turns out my pin was wrong. For some reason, the same card I have been using for years just randomly decided to change my pin. Needless to say, we left the store empty handed and very fussy. (The kids were pretty fussy, too).

After going to the bank and changing my pin back, everything works like a charm. It was just one of those things.

The very next day, the kids and I had come home from Bible study and everyone was ready for naps. For those of you who do not have small children, that means that everyone was crying and upset. I went to get my house key out of my purse and it was gone. I couldn’t find it anywhere. I just KNEW I had put it in my purse, but it was no where. My car still turned on, so I knew my keys were somewhere in the vehicle (we have a push button ignition, so I don’t need the keys to be in the ignition to turn it on). I searched and searched. I called my husband in frustration. I couldn’t find those things anywhere. By now, the kid’s fussing had turned up even more decibels. I grabbed my purse again and emptied everything out. They were no where. But…alas! I heard them jingling. The jingle came from my empty purse. After much search and frustration, I realized my keys had fallen into a small hole in the lining of my purse. They were literally INSIDE the lining of my purse. How does that even happen??

But, the crazy moments were surrounded with moments like these, and it all seems worth it.

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