Still no pictures! I know it is not right to have a blog and not post pictures, but I wanted everyone to know we are still alive and making it. The whole picture thing is a problem because Greg takes the computer to work, and it is just a pain to download my personal pictures on someone else's computer. Greg keeps reassuring me I will have the computer back as soon as he gets done with his catalog checks. The problem with that...he is covering the entire United States. Okay, so when do you think I might get the computer back? In my defense, I attempted the picture thing. I put them on a USB to bring to my sister's. Yea, her USB ports are all in the back. I love you guys but right now I refuse to pull this computer out and tackle that mess. I have come to the conclusion that once a week I am going to have to meet Greg in Ruston after work and go to a free wi-fi spot to get my computer work done. What a pain!
The title of this blog should really be something along the lines of "Where Is Normalcy?" I figured that since my normalcy is on vacation due to the move that "The Aftermath" would be the better title. Did you know...there is absolutely no part of my life right now that even resembles what it was before this move. No part of my life has any normalcy or security right now. Every part of me is screaming for normalcy to return. "Oh God, please return." I long for the day. Greg and I have not had any alone time since we got here. The only time we have family time between just us 4 is in the vehicle going somewhere...usually an errand to Wal-Mart because I usually meet Greg in Ruston. Suffice to say, we don't talk much. This is very difficult seeing as how we went from just us 4 all the time doing what we want when we want to a whole slew of family around. OMG! Please normalcy return.
The sad part is nothing will be right until we find a house. How is that going you may ask. Who knows is my answer. We have tried 3 times to fax the loan paperwork to a local bank. Three times it has not gone through. Once was because I had the paper turned wrong. Once was faxed from Tennessee. Needless to say, Greg is dropping the paperwork off Monday. If he doesn't, I will probably pull ALL of my hair out along with his. I think it might be time for us to step back and reevaluate this whole process. Is God trying to tell us something? The most likely answer to this question is yes. But what is He trying to tell us? Anyone know that answer.
It would be nice to turn around and head back to Tennessee and have things go back to the way they were before that fateful day in July. I will NEVER forget the day Greg told me the news. It stresses me out now thinking about it. Isn't that sad? The sad part is I know it can't go back to the normal we knew before. I know that this transition we are in is necessary and only temporary. What scares me is how long is "temporary?" Can you hear me screaming?
The living situation has not been bad at all. It has gone very well. Everyone has gotten along well, but John Reagan and Evie still aren't sleeping good. Everyday John Reagan asks about our yellow house in Tennessee. The other day he asked me, "Are we going to stay here a while then go back to our yellow house?" It breaks my heart. I know he is at the best age possible to make such a move, but it still isn't easy. He finally absolutely loved his time at church, every time we went. He had several great friends. He has been talking about the last time my aunt and uncle babysat him, which was probably the end of January. When does it get better? How long will it be before we all adjust completely? Will we ever adjust completely? I don't even want to go visit churches because I know it will make this move final. That is just down right wrong! Hopefully we will tackle that hurtle this weekend. I cringe when I say "hopefully" there. I really do want to find a place for us as a family to worship and get involved. I'm just not sure about the finality of this whole deal. I have realized through this move how much I HATE change.
Sorry if this blog sounds like all doom and gloom. Please be praying for us. We really are doing fairly well. I promise pictures will come soon. Maybe I can even get to it this weekend while we are running all around. I tell you, I long for the day we can spend a quiet Saturday at our own house playing with our children just relaxing and having fun. Soon! Very soon! Love you all! Please pardon any spelling mistakes. I am not proofing since I am at my sister's and supposed to be visiting.
Evie loves any type of animal, especially cats. She had a blast at the Rutledge's playing with their kittens.
Aubrey is such a sweetie and is always aware of what is going on with the smaller children around her. She is going to be a great babysitter one day. Too bad we won't be in Murfreesboro to take advantage of that.
The boys were having lots of fun swinging.
I couldn't resist putting this picture on here. I know it is blurry, but it is still so cute. Like father like son! When I showed my mom our picture book that Janet put together for us, she immediately said Caleb looked just like his daddy. By the way, I know you will be happy to here that mine and Greg's Christmas this year is new camera lenses (plural).
Last but not least, John Reagan loves to pick on ANYTHING. He will pick a scab so fast your head will spin. He has problems with hang nails on his toes, and he is always saying he's got a bleed. That's what he calls it because the first time I yanked a hang nail it bled. He was very naive about the whole deal back then. The next time around he wouldn't let me do it, so I convinced him if he pulled it out himself it wouldn't hurt as bad. He got the tweezers and went to work. He discovered that my philosophy on the matter was correct. He officially picks his own bleeds. Here he is working on one. He is so serious about it too.
Too funny! Thankfully for me I haven't been wild and crazy with the camera here lately, so I should be able to catch up on the pictures fairly quickly. I will start doing better with posts; at least, I hope to. 
