Our Smell

It's our last sleep in the apartment, cause ready or not our beds will be at the new house tomorrow! Which is exciting and weird all at the same time. It's strange because we've lived in this apartment longer than we've lived anywhere else--over half of our married life. And even though it doesn't seem like we are going far, we are hopping 3 towns over. And since Smithfield has their own grocery store, chances are we'll make the trek to "town" once a week or so. No more walking to Old Navy or Sam's Club for me. And we have to start over, meet neighbors, make friends, and find our place in a new ward--which are hard no matter how old you get. Thankfully, we will still be close to friends and family.

Tonight as the boys were getting ready for bed Bentley asked if I was going to miss all the "great things" about this place. I asked him what great things he was going to miss?

"Just the smell."

He loves the smell of our house and has been so worried about leaving it. As we've looked at houses Bentley always--always says it smells weird, gross, or freaky and that we can't buy it because he doesn't like the smell of it. That's right, every house we've looked at stinks to Bentley. Luckily, he got his sensitive smeller from me so I know exactly what he is talking about--while Chod is left wondering what in the world we are smelling.

Fortunately tonight I got to tell him that we get to take the smell of this house with us! And as soon as we cook a few meals, wash a few loads of laundry, and the smell of paint fades it will smell like our home. So while we all adjust to the new place at least we'll be able to walk through the door to a familiar smell.

Mailbox Woes

I like getting mail. The trip to the mailbox is the highlight of most of my days.

Before Christmas I turned in an address forwarding request. Nearly a month later and we still have not received an ounce of mail, well besides the normal junk, but nothing addressed to our actual names. I knew it took some time before we would start seeing mail at our new location, but a month? Everyday I have been disappointed when I find an empty mailbox.

I called USPS to learn that our forward request was entered into their system incorrectly and instead of forwarding it on to us, our mail has been sent back to sender as undeliverable.

Uh oh.

The nice man I talked to promised to fix the problem ASAP...but what about all of my mail from the last month? Is it lost forever?

The Dark Ages

I think I know how it feels to be a caveman.

We left our microwave in Idaho and we don't have internet service yet.

It's rough.

Home Sweet Home

We made it! It only took 2 hours to load up and clean our apartment thanks to all of the help we had. Many hands make light work, especially when those hands belong to hard workers. We have great family members who helped out (promising to never do so again) and a couple from the ward.

I was a little worried when we left because I didn't know what we would be moving into. We had never seen this apartment. I had talked to the owner on the phone and then sent Deidra and Chris to scope it out, but I still didn't know what we were getting.

Bentley quickly attached himself to this weird closet under the stairs. He spent most of last night moving all of his toys (one at a time) down to it.

Now we just need to get unpacked.

Pack 'em up, Move 'em out

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Is beginning to look like this: