If you've never moved before, you're lucky. It sucks (just ask Misty, she's moved about 10 times in the last 5 years). The way the Army moves you is that on the first day they bring in a bunch of ladies to pack all your stuff. If you're lucky, more than one will be an experienced packer. They'll split up and each will take a room and they'll pack really fast. If you aren't watching them, they'll pack everything including the trash in your trashcans. I generally haven't had too many problems with stuff in boxes breaking though. The next day, the movers come and take apart all your furniture (and promptly forget how to put it back together) and load the van. This part makes me nervous. The way they load the truck and just stack all your furniture - it's just bound to break, scratch and tear. And then when you get where you are going, you have to unpack and hang pictures, and move furniture around - it's very time consuming. So we are doing our best to clean up ahead of time and get rid of anything we really don't want anymore. Last week we cleaned out all the places that collect junk - the closets, drawers, under the sink, etc. and then on Saturday we had a garage sale. I feel much better about selling stuff than I do giving or throwing it away. I still hate thinking about how much money we've spent in the last few years on stuff we really never used, oh well. The garage sell was pretty successful and we got rid of the two loveseats that were just eyesores because the dogs chewed up one and the movers broke the other. My favorite part of the morning was the serious garage-saler ladies who showed up with walkie-talkies making comments like "this one's mostly kid stuff" or "oh, I found jewelry, come quick". Apparently this is big business.
Our neighbors have a 1-year old son named William (who we've dubbed Willie-Wang) who had a birthday last Sunday at a neighborhood pool. It was pretty fun because the pool is big and has two diving boards. The tall diving board is 10' I think. At first Kurt told Micaela that she had to try it, but then after he accidentally went off the wrong way and hit the water wrong, he changed his mind (he has horrible bruises on his butt and on the back of his leg from that fall). But Georgia has a 6 year-old fearless niece who went up and just walked right off, no hesitation, and that gave Micaela the courage to go off herself. It was purely her decision (she definitely doesn't get that from me). I got a video of it, but it cut out at the end before you could hear her say "that was awesome!"
Georgia and Willie-Wang
The fearless niece
And finally... a picture of Jonathan:
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Yeah - moving sucks. Its good you have movers though. We've always had to do it ourselves, and usually its just the two of us because, really, who wants to help someone move? Oh yeah, we helped our friends move to So Cal and back, but only because we're expert movers I guess. This is starting to feel like a Four Yorkshiremen sequence... :)
So when's the big move happening? And it looks like Micaela nearly belly-flopped that dive!
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