Moving

We moved in to a new house that is much nicer then the one we've been in for the last 3 years. It's been a crazy time around here because we really had no notice to move. I found the house available for rent in the town we live in, and we moved in 7 days later. No packing, no organization, pure madness. Now half of our life is in random boxes in the garage and only God knows where the cord to my printer is. Luckily, school doesn't start again for me or the kids til end of summer so that gives me a little over a month to find it.

Grace is going to be 1 in 3 weeks. I am having a really hard time with her growing up so fast and it's giving me a serious case of baby fever. I've started to try to ween her but been pretty unsuccessful, she seems to think that my breast is her personal teddy bear (my BFF calls it her teddy-boobie). She's also decided that it's time to wake up at like 6am every day. GRRR

Damian starts karate tomorrow, and he is SO excited. He really wanted to play baseball this year, but because of the custody arrangement and visitation (and because his dad is a royal piece of shit and didn't want to take him to baseball there even though I offered to pay for everything) it just wasn't possible. He has always wanted to get in to karate so this was something I could offer to him that I knew would soften the blow of baseball.

Hunter had football camp this week and as an approaching freshman, he went to camp with the JV and actually held his own. We are pretty confident that he will be invited to move up to JV for the season which is good for me because I much rather go to Friday night football then Thursday (freshman) night. I'm bummed that the high school has decided to remove stunting from cheerleading because of their own stupid political issues (I swear women never get along, ever) but I think Amber is going to try it anyway. She is so talented and beautiful, there is no reason for her to leave her sister's footsteps. She could be a great cheerleader.

Allissa is still being a horrible 15 year old, and I really hope she pulls her head out soon or I might just go frickin loony. Stealing makeup from one sister, clothes from another, and everything under the sun from me. I remember being 15 and it is the worst age for every girl. None of us are ourselves and we become encapsulated by foreign mad-women.