procrastinating

It is 8:30 the night before we are supposed to get the keys to our new house. Marcelo is working and my kids are finally asleep. I should be packing, i should be doing something to organize for the move this weekend. Instead I have checked my email, my myspace, called my mother in law and am now writing here. I have been so antsy the past few days...waiting and waiting for the time to come when we can finally start moving boxes over. Now that the paint is finally dry and the fence is up and beautiful I am feeling overwhelmed...a little nostalgic too. Will every thing go as planned, will the kids be happy.. I am sure they will, they have been so excited up to this point.

Nicolas is up and asking for water so I suppose this is my que to get up and start putting the rest of this house in boxes.

The Christmas House

Like everything great that has happened in our relationship the newest adventure is also unexpected. As some of you may know Marcelo and I have been looking into buying a rental property. During one of our family drives we drove past a cute new neighborhood, they were having an open house and we stopped just for fun.... we looked at the flyer and the neighborhood and it was the craziest feeling. I am not overly religious at this point in my life but I am the first to admit that there has been divine intervention in every major change that has happened in our lives together. We just new that this was such a good decision for our family, that it was a good place and the right place to be. And since then all of the peices have been falling into place...Marcelo and I usually are at each others throats when major things like this are going on but we have been so peaceful and calm and just put it in the hands of a higher power, or fate or whatever you choose to call it.

It is a great house and we are thrilled. There is a cute new park right around the corner so we can ride our bikes there whenever.

What can I say, it is totally unexpected and crazy and wonderful.